Call Me Ismail

Some weeks ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, I got a Facebook message. A friend from school was wondering about buying some cinnamon rolls, and on Friday evening he did! I couldn't help but take a photo, and it was all I could do not to eat them.

He tells me that he and his family loved them. They're pretty more-ish. I'm trying to find a good recipe for a dough that can be refrigerated for baking in the morning. Then I will be the perfect housemate. Or at the very least I will be queen of the breakfast treat.


Pretty simple to make - make dough, roll and fill with melted butter, cinnamon and sugar. Roll up, cut, let rise again and then bake. Om nom nom.

Just Like Mama Never Used To Make

One of my favourite things to bake for others are Cinnamon Rolls. They are comforting and satisfying in a sweet and bread-y way. I wish we could get Cinnamon Rolls in a can as readily as you can in the States. This time, the request was from my brother, who was about to leave for his shift at a local pub on a sunny Sunday lunchtime. Translation: hectic and sweaty lunchtime with screaming children and ridiculously demanding customers. So Cinnamon Rolls it was. I hope he likes them.

  

Drizzled with milk and maple icing sugar glaze.