I didn't live a wild existence growing up. I am the first born daughter of very conservative Catholic parents, which didn't lend much leeway for abhorrent behavior. That is, until I left the nest, but that is another set of stories in themselves. :0)
For while under my parent's roof, and under their watchful eye, I did my best to act as angelic as possible. (hi mom and dad! i love you!)
I learned early to appreciate the simplest things in life: Friday night movie nights and camping out on the living room floor. Practicing basketball and tennis with my dad on Saturday mornings. Chinese food after Mass on Sundays. Washing the cars with my brothers.
and Cinnamon Rolls
My parents were busy folks. They commuted those long Bay Area commute hours (west side!), and didn't stop moving until we kids all got to bed. They then got up before us to get back on the road. :: Bless their hearts and their work ethic.:: And while my mother loved to bake, time was limited, and sometimes, she or my Dad would instead come home bearing sweet presents for us - cinnamon rolls and bear claws from the grocery store.
Though they were almost as flat as pancakes, and most likely full of preservatives, my mouth used to water opening up the package, and my brothers and I used to eat them as fast as we could.
(and really, this must be why I can pack it in...I had two brothers to contend with at the dinner table)
So when I received my wonderful mixer (love love love!) a few years ago for Christmas, it became my mission to make cinnamon rolls for own children.
It was not as easy as I thought it would be...baking was new territory for me, and I considered it quite overwhelming. But after much practice with the Williams-Sonoma's Bread Book Cinnamon Roll Recipe, I can do it now with much more confidence.
And while one might think that the eating of the cinnamon rolls are what makes it worthwhile, my children can probably attest that their Mama seems to enjoy making them as much as they enjoy eating them.
And it is because they are like little pieces of parent love rolled into a sweet treat.
I hope that you have a wonderful weekend! Have a cinnamon roll on me!