Saturday morning the kids had the grand idea to make cinnamon rolls.
If you know me, you know that my adventures in the kitchen are not something I enjoy. Sure…there are spurts where I get some ambition to try new supper/lunch ideas and I have to say we’ve got a few go-to Instant Pot ideas now because of that…but baking is definitely not a forté nor an interest of mine.
However, Grandma did make some cinnamon rolls the last time she showed up and Sierra wrote a recipe so of course when the kids begged to make some, how could I say no?
*Sidenote: this was a great activity to do with Max and Uncle Mike when they visited a few weeks ago. Baking is a lot more fun when there is a gang looking for a productive way to spend time together.*
We only made one batch of rolls (I’m not even sure I got more than one in my belly after the week went by but the kids sure enjoyed them for breakfast each morning!) but I also stumbled upon a bag of sourdough brew bread that my folks picked up for me when they were in the United States a few years ago. Maybe many years ago? How long has this bag been sitting in my pantry?
It made a tasty loaf of bread which got Vero and I thinking of buying a bread maker. Life is too short to settle for regular bread, especially if I eat toast every morning!
I’m on the hunt for a bread maker that’s been in sitting in someone’s closet for the past ten years not being useful. I want to try it out before I buy one.
Edit/update: A few days after posting this, a heavy package from Amazon arrives on the doorstep. I ask Vero: “What’s in this thing, a breadmaker?” She replied “How did you guess? It’s your Valentine’s Day gift!”
So I made a loaf of bread and it was pretty neat. Vero also attempted a loaf of bread, didn’t follow instructions closely and it resembled an alien. But hey, it’s both our first attempts here folks!
