I adore them. I crave them. I need them.
So last weekend, I decided I was going to make the suckers from scratch. I was drooling in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to roll out the dough, sprinkle the cinnamon, roll it up in a swirl of delight…
But, I lost.
How can you criticize and pout when a man starts giggling in delight over stirring butter and milk? I mean, really.
So I made him a deal. I would let him do everything as long as I got to roll up one chunk of the dough with cinnamon. It looked fun. In return, I would twirl around in the kitchen and take pictures.
Ben was overjoyed with the arrangement.
For some reason, I love making bread from scratch. I like the kneading, the rising, all of it. It’s very comforting. And tasty.
We used the recipe out of old faithful–the red and white plaid Better Homes and Garden Cookbook. Except we did brown sugar AND sugar instead of plain sugar. Such mavericks.
Just in case any of you get creative and build me a robot, I want one with eyes like this. Scratch that. I want eyes like this. With sprinkles.
One roll, two roll, three roll, drool……Excuse me.
So after all that hard work (twirling is hard work), we were forced to wait.
But we were rewarded.
Grace, hope you enjoyed it.
*Icing from Alton Brown’s overnight cinnamon rolls. Stay tuned tomorrow for the third edition of the terrifying diner, when the mysterious figure is finally revealed. And remember–next week is Halloween week!’
P.S. I don’t know what’s going on, but my comments are messed up and I’m having a hard time leaving comments for some of you. So Swirl Girl and Heather, I’m not ignoring you. I just can’t leave you any comment love!
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