There’s a real trick to living, a knack one has to get. I totally get the knack on lock for a minute but then I lose it again. It would be nice for the ground to stop moving under my feet; maybe then, maybe then.
Thank goodness this post is about homemade cinnamon rolls.
If I love you, I cook for you. I’m not a lusty Italian woman with an ample bosom and flour on her apron, caught in a perpetual loop of plucking ripe tomatoes off the vine (for love.) But I recently came across these words from that man about food, Michael Pollan, and he’s got it right:
“For is there any practice less selfish, any labor less alienated, any time less wasted, than preparing something delicious and nourishing for people you love?”
We all know Yuri likes cookys, and I don’t think I’ve mentioned that my skills with cheesecake send him over the moon. But I got it into my head last week that I needed to bake something else special for this special man, something truly “Woah.” Cinnamon rolls seemed to be the “woah” ticket. Gooey, ooey, warm cinnamon rolls that might look right at home on a farmhouse table with a pot of hot coffee nearby. Lordy! Bring me my purse! We got groceries to git!
My rolls were interesting to make and they turned out beautifully. But as I was drowning the hot, cinnamony bombs of yum in thick cream cheese frosting, I knew there was something else going on, something other than the “Let me feed you” thing. There is nothing in a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls that is “legal” for me to eat except the cinnamon — and even that isn’t recommended for a few weeks. The cinnamon rolls, which I have never made in my life until now, were clearly me living vicariously through Yuri.
Which is okay. I mean, there are cinnamon rolls as a result, so it can’t be that awful. It is dangerous, though: I very nearly popped a frosting-coated finger into my mouth as I put the empty bowl into the sink. This is not an option for me today. Why make such a gorgeous city and lock yourself out of the gates?
Knack, knack. Who’s there?
Mary, where is the recipe for those wonderful looking cinnamon rolls. It is not fair to tease us with that picture and not add the recipe. Love your blog. I read it everyday and watch Fons and Porter on our local PBS station. Thanks for the great writing.
You are a dear and you deserve VERY good cinnamon rolls! They are here. I didn’t use weird vegan butter, though. Regular butter worked just fine. And I put way more frosting on and used regular cream cheese, too! 🙂 http://minimalistbaker.com/the-worlds-easiest-cinnamon-rolls/
Those look amazing!! I also try my best to follow the SCD, and I have found the book, Cooking for the Specific Carbohydrate Diet by: Erica Kerwien, to be the best one out there! The breads in it are easy to make and taste super great! : )
Interlude No. 2: Chapters | Mary Fons
[…] up and run to him. I always like to look pretty when he arrives. Dinner will be almost ready or I’ll have been baking cinnamon rolls, his new favorite treat. He calls them “cinni-minis.” I jotted down the recipe and […]
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Mary. I could not stop reading this and it is 11 pm. I have to go to bed. I got divorced and i am fine at 71 but i got divorced at 50. You write very well and should continue with either uour real name or a pseudonymn. You have a gift. Good luck. Robin Clapp