‘It’s just a hot dog bun with icing!’ the iced-bun detractors will shriek. I’m a lady with a lot of opinions about fairly esoteric foodstuffs, many of them declamatory, immovable, or strident, but I do not understand taking against the iced bun. I’m not sure what awful bakery-based trauma must have happened to you during childhood to make iced buns the target of your ire, but they are undeserving.

For anyone not a self-proclaimed detractor, iced buns (also called Swiss buns or iced fingers) prompt reveries: forgotten childhood memories of plump buns in trollies and sticky fingers holding grown-up hands.

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Yes, OK, technically, it is just bread dough with some icing on top, but the just-sweetened, soft bun, the thick icing and the careful proportions of the two make iced fingers far more than the sum of their parts.

Much of its appeal is the bun’s simplicity: unspiced, unadulterated bread dough, unflavoured icing

Much of its appeal is the bun’s simplicity: unspiced, unadulterated bread dough, unflavoured icing

Much of its appeal is the bun’s simplicity: unflavoured, unspiced, unadulterated bread dough, unflavoured icing. That’s it. In today’s world of stabilised, emulsified, Franken-treats marketed to children that bear no relation to real food, they do........

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