My husband decided this morning that he really wanted cinnamon rolls. I was reluctant at first, because I know how long it takes to make them. Most of that time is waiting, but if the dough is ready by 6pm, I have to wait until at least 9:30 before I get to eat a cinnamon roll. There was no way I was going to get it done before church, but by the time church was over Stephen had successfully convinced me that this was a good idea. And he was right. Cinnamon rolls are the ultimate comfort food... warm, gooey, sweet, and familiar. Another recipe that has been passed down in my family. This one is Aunt Teresa's but she must have gotten it from somewhere else too. Mom makes a batch of cinnamon rolls whenever she makes that particular roll recipe. Rebecca and I often stayed up way past our bedtime the day before Thanksgiving to "help" mom make them. I think we mostly just watched.
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