note: the following post contains MANY gratuitous photos of ooey, gooey, cinnamon rolls. Consider yourself warned.
Hello and happy Friday to you all.
I don't mean to brag, but this is what I ate for breakfast.
I can still taste every so faintly the cinnamon. And sugar. And cream cheese.
For the record, I have decided to block all memories involving the butter and sugar affair mentioned yesterday, and have chosen to not even think about the number of calories I just consumed.
Trust me--it's better that way.
Did I mention that the recipe I used made 24 cinnamon rolls?
That's right--TWO DOZEN.
Two down...twenty to go.
Can someone please wake me from my food comma before lunch?