Coffee, homemade cinnamon rolls, and my prayer journal.
Now THIS is a good way to start one’s morning.
I made homemade cinnamon rolls last night and popped them in the oven to bake this morning. MMMMM.
Watch out Cinnabon! Here I come!
The process was a little, well, sticky. Literally.
Once I had the dough ready to knead, I reread the directions. 2 packages of yeast?! Ay Carumba. Praise the Lord I had another package, which I expertly kneaded into the existing dough. Hubby was skeptical. Then, the dough began to take my hands captive. Hubby was washing dishes and I had to repeatedly ask him to pour more flour on the mixture, so that I could actaully knead it. It was like wearing dough gloves. I understand what it must be like to be the dough-boy.
I wanted a picture of said hands, but unfortunately, by the time I asked, hubby’s hands were covered in suds. Mine were immersed in inch thick sticky dough. I ifnally got it to a good consistency and left it to rise.
It rose! Beautifully. I showed everyone who was over.
Then I punched it down. Take that and that. I love punching dough. It is a good stress reliever.
ready for the fridge.
delicious and ready for homemade frosting.