From Scratch- Cinnamon Rolls
Growing up, Saturday mornings had a distinctive aroma. The morning smelled all yeasty as my mom began the day of baking bread. I remember her arms buried in her big bowl as she mixed the bread by hand. (Way before bread machines!) In the afternoon, our house smelled like heaven. What I imagine heaven smelling like, anyway. Long, golden brown loaves would grace the counter, just waiting for a knife and a huge slab of butter.
I grew up baking/cooking from scratch. I'm not sure I even knew there was such a thing as mixes. We made treats every Sunday night. Brownies, cookies, cakes. Always with a recipe and lots of ingredients. The first time I remember making a cake with a mix was when we baked them for my sister's wedding. I was 15.
Since I've been a grown-up, this is how I bake-The Pioneer Woman's. Have you ever visited her site? Oh, you must! She not only cooks amazing things, she has lots of other stuff. And, her recipes have pictures to follow along. I'm addcited.
So, I assembled all the necessary ingredients-
|(The diet Coke is for me, not the rolls.)|
|(Yeast rising. |
I didn't even have a big enough bowl-thanks Randilyn!)
|(just like mom!)|
|Everyone needs a helper.|
|The recipe makes LOTS of rolls, which is nice if you have|
a big family, or if you want to make friends.
|(Finished product, can you smell them?)|
I'd say my venture was successful and I'm trying to decide what to cook next. If you have any recipes/suggestions, I'd love to have them. (e-mail me- firstname.lastname@example.org )