We made it to Stations today and had pretzels for snacks. We were going to make hot cross buns. I read in the Joy of Cooking that it was a Good Friday tradition (Wikipedia has a little more info here), but I didn't make the dough right (I forgot to add certain spices). I could still make a 'cross' bread with it I guess.
It has been snowing all day. Such strange weather for a Good Friday. It reminds me of Psalm 50, the penitential psalm:
Wash me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; cleanse me, and I shall be whiter than snow.