The Great Cinnamon Roll Debacle

I've been a fan of Pioneer Woman's for a while and I love her photo recipes. They are so informative. (And, I'm glad she's teaching home cooks everywhere how to chop an onion. Those cooking shows make it seem so easy.)

And, I had seen all the buzz about her cinnamon roll recipe and thought, "I can do that."

So, on Monday night I started gathering ingredients to make the cinnamon rolls. I had read the recipe through a few times to make sure I knew that series of steps.

Everything went great and I was feeling especially confident in my backing abilities.

(I was even cleaning as I was going, because Lord, these things make a mess!)

Skip ahead to all cinnamon rolls placed in pans and nicely wrapped up for the freezer. I'm cleaning up my huge mess. And that's when I see it.

It being the glass bowl with the salt, baking soda and baking powder.

Which should have been added to the dough prior to halving and rolling out. Prior to brushing melted butter on the dough. Prior to sprinkling copious amounts on sugar and cinnamon on it. And definitely prior to rolling and slicing each roll.

I may or may not have said a few choice words. And, considering the amount of time I had just put into these I feel very justified in having done so.

So, what does any rational woman do? She throws them all away! Pans and all!

Yep, that's what I did.

And, my husband, in a fabulous effort to make me feel better offered to clean up and do the dishes. But, I didn't let him. I was pissed and needed to burn off some steam.

After having cleaned up I chose to make another batch, mostly because all my co-workers have been gifting all week and I felt like I needed to do something. Anything. I mean, how awkward is it when people you work with buy you a gift and you've got nothin'?

So, Tuesday night I rolled out the cinnamon roll dough, which had all of its necessary ingredients this time, and put them into pans to bake the next morning.

On Wednesday morning I get up, extra early I might add, to take the rolls out of the fridge and let them rise and come to room temperature. They are on the counter, covered. Covered tightly.

Some instinct in me wondered where the dog was all of a sudden. The Black Lab, not the Dachshund, mind you.

Well, I found him, trying quite determinedly to turn the pan on the floor over. You see, he got an entire pan of cinnamon rolls down from the counter and ate the plastic right off the top to get to the goods. And, he ate half the pan.

Needless to say I was quite upset with him. He was in BIG trouble.

And, as I write this, he still is in my book. Although I'm certain he has forgotten.

All in all, the cinnamon rolls were a big hit with my co-workers and I'm sure I'll make them again. You really should check out the recipe if you haven't already. They really are quite good.