Cinnamon Rolls

When I was in elementary, anytime that I'd have a Snow Day and my mom didn't have to work, she would make me learn how to make cinnamon rolls. At the time, I hated it. I would try to wing it and she would tell me what I was doing wrong, which for some reason would make me really mad! [Hello! I was an EXPERT! Not her! :) ]

Nowadays, anytime I make some type of dessert I am always calling her to ask questions. My momma is the greatest cook EVER! So here is the final product!

One other random story about making these: While I was letting the dough raise, I wanted to hurry the process along. I preheated my oven a tiny bit so I could put the dough in to raise. I placed one of my kitchen towels on the bottom rack before I put my plastic bowl on it so the bowl wouldn't burn. Once I took the dough out I was in a hurry and forgot to take the towel out. A little while later when I was ready to start cooking them, I turned my oven on to

375°F. I was talking to my mom on the phone when I glanced over to see smoke billowing out of my oven! I ran over and flung open the door to find my towel on fire! At this point the kitchen was engulfed in smoke, about six different smoke alarms were going off, and Edgar had sprinted through his pet door into the garage to hide from all the chaos!

So this is what my white towel looked like after Bryant came to the rescue and threw it out into the snow. :)

In spite of this little incident the rolls turned out to be rather tasty! (According to Bryant, anyway)

BON APPETIT!