1917, w:Theodore Dreiser, Married, Please don’t be mad at me, honey-bun. I’ll get over this after a while. I’ll do better.
Waugh Brideshead Revisited|chapter=1|page=24|passage=He called on me formally during my first week and stayed to tea; he ate a very heavy meal of honey-buns, anchovy toast and Fuller’s walnut cake, ...
1949, w, w:South Pacific (musical) Chapter Act Two, Scene IV, Oh, Luther, you really are a honey-bun! These beautiful flowers! I needed someone to think of me tonight. I appreciate it, Luther—you don’t know how much.
1987, w:Fannie Flagg, w:Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe Chapter Rose Terrace Nursing Home, “I’ll tell you what’s good, Mrs. Threadgoode, are those frozen honey-buns.” “Honey-buns?” “Yes. They’re like cinnamon buns. You know.”
2006, w:Miriam Akavia, My Own Vineyard: A Jewish Family in Krakow Between the Wars Chapter Laughter and Tears, They kneaded dough and baked cakes and biscuits and sweet honey-buns with nuts and almonds.
2016, Amber Lee Dodd, We Are Giants Chapter 29, ‘But I’m not special like Dad and you,’ I finally said. ‘I’m just ordinary.’ ‘Oh, honey-bun,’ Mum said, brushing the hair away from my face. ‘Being small was the least interesting, the least amazing thing about your dad.’
