Last night I prepared dough for cinnamon rolls. How picturesque it would be! My children would rise from their deep slumber only to be awakened by the soft glow of snow reflecting into their bedroom windows....and the smell of these sugary little rolls of love.
I let the dough rise, rolled it out, and spread the butter and cinnamon nut mixture on thick. Oh, these were going to be great! I wanted them to be piping hot for my husband in the morning before he left for work, so I sliced them and laid them on my Silpat lined baking sheet and placed them in the refrigerator.
What I didn't take into account however, was the time it was going to take to actually let them rise this morning. It took forever for them to actually come to room temperature (a normal room temperature, not the icebox I call my home), and then the actual rising time.
So I type as I wait for my children to discover what's for lunch. Cinnamon rolls! We may even save some for dad. Maybe.
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