Wake up, Sigyn! It’s a very special day! Do you know what October 4 is? It’s Cinnamon Roll Day! That’s right! In some northern countries, they celebrate by eating cinnamon rolls today. That is my kind of holiday!
When the human male mentioned this last night, the human female immediately hatched a plan. Now, I know the human female knows how to make cinnamon rolls–I’ve seen her do it. But she’s lazy at heart, so she decided that walking to the market, buying some bake-your own rolls, and eating those would be good enough. And the exercise would negate the calories from snarfing the rolls, right?
So here we are, on a pleasant fall morning, about to embark upon a gastronomical celebration.
The early light is pretty, but it hasn’t reached the schoolhouse lilies yet.
We are now at the market. The bakery must not know what day it is, because there isn’t a huge display of warm, cinnamony goodness.
And it looks like there was a run on brioche…
We’re headed, therefore, to the refrigerated dough section. We’re nearly there, but a display of All Things Pumpkin Spice has caught our eyes.
Um, no. Let us keep looking.
All right. Here we are. Pizza dough, bread dough, crescent rolls… Well, these look interesting, and they do come in both red and green options…
But we are here specifically for cinnamon rolls, so we should keep looking.
Ah. Cinnamon rolls. By Volstagg’s Straining Waistcoat Buttons! We have a lot of options. Almost too many. I have never seen strawberry ones before.
Is that even legal? What else do they have? How about Extra Rich Buttercream Icing?
I mean, there’s a 1-800 number for a cardiologist right here on the label, but they could be good. . .
Sigyn has countered with these.
Intriguing, but the human male is not one for Cream Cheese Icing.
The human female swears that the Orange ones are good.
But I think these would be most appropriate for the Rightful King of Asgard and Future Ruler of Midgard.
So what kind did we get? Who whined and wheedled until she got her way? Who do you think?
This is the human female trying to determine whether the round pan specified is going to hold all eight rolls.
It’ll be cozy, but it should work.
The time has come to open the roll of refrigerated dough. This is always the exciting bit. Sigyn, do you see where to start peeling away the paper wrapper?
Ehehehe! The human female has already greased the round pan, but look here!
She could be feasting gluttonously sooner if she’d paused long enough to read the Faster Bake Method instructions. She’s too lazy to wash the round pan and pull out a baking sheet, so she’ll just have to pace and salivate for the whole nineteen minutes.
Time to gently poke the sealing seam on the roll of dough…
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! The walk home from the store and the messing about with measuring pans took long enough the the eager little rolls just burst out of the can before I could even touch it!
We’re lucky it didn’t shoot the little can of icing across the room.
Oh, my. The rolls have also had enough time to fuse together into one big, solid log of dough.
Those perforations aren’t going to be any use at all. The human female is going to have to cut the rolls with a knife. Stand back, Sigyn! We don’t want you in the way of her rudimentary knife skills.
Here we are. All tucked in and cozy and ready for Mr. Oven.
(Twenty-three interminable minutes later…)
All done! They do smell wonderful, don’t they? I think I detect a hint of almond in the dough.
Best let the human female do the honors, dearest. Orange icing doesn’t come out of red velvet very well.
Looks like she hasn’t used all of the icing, and she’s left two unfrosted, since the human male likes sweets less than she does. That is fine with me–it just means you and I can eat the leftover frosting right out of the can.
It’s nomming time!
Mmm. Lämmin, tuoksuva, herkullisia kaloreita.
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