5 Stars or 0 Stars. Depends on Which Step I'm At

I LOVE Cinnamon Rolls.  Like . . . . LOVE. They're so comforting with their soft warm dough, and cinnamon sugar butteriness.   However- they're so stressful to make.  The whole time I am making them I am in an Armageddon is descending on my kitchen type of mind loop.   I am wasting ingredients because these stupid things will never turn out.  I am making the most gigantic mess for absolutely no reason because I'm probably gonna just have to throw everything away anyway.  Since I don't really have an internal monologue anymore- I am mumbling horrific swear words and rage sighing.  The moment I get them in their pans and it's an immediate labor and delivery type feeling of euphoria.  I do not remember the rage of potential disaster literally 60 seconds ago. I only see their perfection as they're nestled in their pans.   

I have a favorite recipe.  Except it IS the MOST annoying recipe.  Everything about it is extra.  It takes approximately 10 cups of flour.  No exaggeration.  It takes 3 cups of sugar.  For real!  It takes an actual pound of butter.  The anxiety of 2 packs of yeast- to rise the way it's supposed to . . . . GAH!!!!   The mess with all of these ingredients is so incredibly messy.  Even after having experience with making them for many years- and understanding the procedure it's a giant mess.  

I've tried other recipes, but their dough isn't as good as this dough.  And the other recipes aren't quite the same flavor.  And frankly- if I'm gonna make this level of mess- then I better make a LOT so I can put some in the freezer to enjoy on a random Saturday morning in January or February.  This recipe makes TONS. 

Thankfully while I stood over the dough cursing it for all it was worth- Doug quietly gathered no longer used kitchen tools and cleaned them.   In years past- once I get the pans in the oven, I am near exhaustion from the emotional roller coaster of making Cinnamon Rolls.  Okay- not really- mostly I just don't want to clean up the counter, bowl, spoons, and rolling pin covered in a sticky floury mess.  

The process of making Cinnamon Rolls pretty much sums up the entire Christmas season for me this year.  Stress, rage for literally no reason at all, overall everything turning out fine- and Doug ignoring my emotional highs and lows.  Now that the cinnamon rolls are sitting on the counter cooling- and the house smells absolutely GLORIOUS- I cannot wait for tomorrow morning.  Merry Christmas y'all!!!



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