Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Can You Smell Them? No? I Can't Either.
Why do I always write when I'm in the MIDDLE of a project? Never at the end. For instance, I wrote after Than tested, but before Mae and Oliver did (they think they did well, by the way - Mae said it was easy).
Tonight I'm here in the middle of a baking project, before the results can be enjoyed. Maniac that I seem to be lately (yay drugs!), I've been trying new things. Yesterday I emailed a ton of copycat recipes to myself. You know, things like Red Lobster's Cheddar Biscuits and Boston Market's Creamed Spinach. Though I'm really quite fond of my own creamed spinach recipe. But I'm game to try the Auntie Annie's Pretzels and the Outback's Brown Bread. Yum!
Tonight I had a hankerin' for fresh baked cinnamon rolls, like Cinnabon makes. Unfortunately, cinnamon rolls from scratch aren't something you can whip up in half an hour. If you peek at the recipe, they take about FOUR HOURS. I'm not patient. And I don't think my hips would appreciate cinnamon rolls at midnight. And I wasn't too keen on the idea of getting up at 5 am to make sweets. Hm.
Fortunately I love to research things, and I decided to find a way of making the dough at night and baking the rolls in the morning. Those Pillsbury rolls come in a can, refrigerated, don't they? How hard can it be? I was a bit trepidatious, though, because the pizza dough we made in advance last week and refrigerated overran it's bowl and took over the refrigerator. Like some B horror flick.
Thank God for Alton Brown! Can somebody say Amen? I found his recipe for Overnight Cinnamon Rolls on FoodTV and am simply adapting the overnight directions. My other alteration will be the frosting in the morning. A while back I stumbled on a recipe from the Pioneer Woman for rolls. I strongly recommend visiting this site - there are step-by-step photos with the directions, and her sense of humor is wicked. You'll gain ten pounds just reading the recipe. And my only addition to the Cinnabon recipe is to use her idea of coffee for the frosting, along with the maple.
So I wrote in the middle of a project again. That usually means I won't get back to you with results. How sad. I probably won't even be thinking of you while I'm devouring hot sweet rolls, dripping with maple coffee frosting. Rolling my eyes completely back and chugging milk. Licking the frosting off my fingers and plate. Who knows? Maybe I will get back to you.
Until I write again ...