I’ll sum up my feelings on this Easter in two words. It’s over. (Well, “it’s” is actually two words in one, but who’s counting? Oh you are. Thanks. Thanks for all the support. ANYway, if you’re done criticizing me now, then maybe I’ll get on with my post? Yeah, thanks.)
Really, it’s all just a big, sugary blur. My in-laws came for a visit, so of course I felt obliged to break out the big culinary chops. Not that anyone expected anything of me at all. I just like to place unrealistic expectations on myself. It makes me feel like a kid again. Haha…I’m kidding, mom.
Anyway, I decided that for the second time in my life, I would make cinnamon buns. The first and last time I made these delectable, devil-buns was a few Easter’s ago, and I guess the torment of it all has faded with time. You make the dough, it rises, you punch the air out, it rises again, you punch the air out, it rises again, you roll it out, roll it up and cut it into buns, they rise AGAIN, then you bake them. I can see now why they remind me of Easter so much, what with all this “rising again” business.
This time however, I made a small change to the recipe. I added a pinch of BREAD MACHINE! Let’s just say it was a little easier this time around.
So get this: You line a 9X13″ pan with caramel and walnuts, then put the buns in and bake them. They come out of the oven like this.
They already look delicious right? But then, you dump them out of the pan and you get this.