Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Again Again*


The trouble with being a domestic goddess once, is it comes with an expectation for more of the same.

Cinamon rolls -1

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.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

11 thoughts on “Again Again*

  1. They turned out great! Double yummy!

  2. 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!

    • 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.

  3. 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. 🙂

  4. 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…

  5. 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.

  6. The breadmaker makes wonderful dough. We use it for pizzas.

  7. 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.

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