The trouble with being a domestic goddess once, is it comes with an expectation for more of the same.
This is my first attempt at cinnamon rolls (and not my last, I’m told) they were yummy, if I do say so myself. I made a brioche dough in the breadmaker, rolled out the dough into a rectangle smeared the dough with a mix of melted butter, cinnamon and demerara sugar, rolled it up like a Swiss roll, cut into slices, placed it in a Pyrex dish, left to rise for 30 mins, and bake.
Nom,nom,nom: gone.
My next mission is to coach Tom in their production, especially as he has put in a request for cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning.
*Again, again! Was Tom’s toddler chant for all things fun or tasty.
December 6, 2011 at 9:54 pm
Yummy!
December 6, 2011 at 10:51 pm
They turned out great! Double yummy!
December 7, 2011 at 12:03 am
Yum! I bet your house smelled sooooo good while they were baking. My kids request homemade cinnamon rolls for their birthdays and Christmas morning. Good stuff!
December 7, 2011 at 10:50 pm
I have a ‘thing’ about good baking smells coming from the kitchen on Christmas eve. My mum always had a ‘thing’ about mopping the kitchen floor on Christmas eve. Such are family rituals.
December 7, 2011 at 7:52 am
It’s 10:50 PM over here, I had a huge meal tonight, yet my stomach growled when I looked at the cinnamon rolls. Spud is Spud, but I am Pavlov’s dog.
December 7, 2011 at 11:38 am
I definitely relate to the expectation thing. My lot expect me to be able to whip up a four-star meal from an ageing can of tuna, a handful of mingin’ beans, a few old tatties, and some stale bread while simultaneously patching a shirt, darning a sock, treating assorted wounds and sorting out whatever’s wrong with the car. Apparently, going back to bed, pulling the covers over my head and shouting ‘sod off, I can’t be arsed!’ is not an option. The rods we make for our own backs…
December 7, 2011 at 10:53 pm
We are martyrs to our cause
December 7, 2011 at 3:13 pm
What a great idea! We need something different for Christmas. We’ve perfected all our usual Christmas rituals and they’ve become a bit of a habit. I’ll need to test run these things before risking it on the day though. Sounds fairly easy.
December 7, 2011 at 10:55 pm
In days of old when we could suit ourselves and no one need drive, croissants, cream cheese, smoked salmon and Bucksfizz were standard fair for Christmas day breakfast.
December 7, 2011 at 3:58 pm
The breadmaker makes wonderful dough. We use it for pizzas.
December 10, 2011 at 12:24 pm
Ah yes, the other half’s (US) family has a tradition of cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning but they use the Pilsbury ones that spring out of a cardboard tube and appear to work by some sort of witchcraft.
I did, once, get up and make cinnamon rolls from scratch the only year we had Christmas on our own. He thought they were all right, but on balance, preferred the Pilsbury ones. Sigh.