Look What I Did

I got home super late the night of the Murder at the Disco show (which went well; as in $9,000 well!) so I was tired the next day. A tired Sunday is a recipe for severe grumpiness around here so I decided I needed a project. I'd been meaning to cook food as a thank-you for the family who drives Brady to school, so I ran to the store and got the fixin's for lasagna. A 3-pans-of-lasagna cooking frenzy ensued. But that was too easy, so I needed something else to do.

I'd recently asked Rob to buy several pounds of bread flour for our bread-making machine, but he'd mistakenly bought all-purpose flour. I sat and looked at the surplus.

I'm not much of a pastry chef. I've had bad experiences with yeast foods several times. I've made pizza crusts that resembled shortcake biscuits when they were done. I've had several batches of bread fail to rise. And I won't even scare you with details of a misguided dalliance with empanadas I once had.

But on Sunday, deliriously tired, something overcame me and I decided I was going to make cinnamon rolls. I almost changed my mind when the first step said to scald the milk. Say huh?! But it's times like these when I remember why I keep my computer in the kitchen and my homepage set to google.

And I made cinnamon rolls. I made cinnamon rolls! As I placed the first 2 pans into the oven, Rob rubbed his hands together in anticipation. I told him not to get excited - they might come out like little cinnamon-flavored bricks.

But they didn't! And the recipe made 7 pans. Seven pans! Here are the first two pans, straight out of the oven, freshly drizzled with glaze.....

Oh holy sweetness, is that not a beautiful sight? Soon two more came ready...
Lighter on the glaze that time, for those of us who like hints of sweetness rather than total tastebud sugar-overload.... And two more came ready....And the house smelled like a bakery and the dog began to howl and the neighbors started clawing at the back window and the kids' eyes rolled into the backs of their heads.... And pan #7 was ready...

Hey! Where'd the rest of them go? I live among sneaky little cinnamon roll stealers!

---> Follow-up post: "Look What I Did - The Aftermath"