Fall is in the air (maybe not today, but it’s coming and I’m so very happy about it), and that always means baking something with cinnamon. So what better object of our affection than homemade, piping hot, melt in your mouth Cinnamon Rolls? Many moons ago, a dear friend of mine gave me this trusty recipe. The dough made great Buttermilk Biscuits and if you just added alittle bit of magic, you could make some wonderful Cinnamon Rolls. Are you ready? Here we go!
Here is our wedding party.
Start by combining flour, sugar, salt and baking powder.
Cut in the Crisco to the dry ingredients.
Dissolve yeast in 4T. of warm water and set aside. Don’t use water that is too hot, you’ll kill the yeast and that would be sad. We wouldn’t want that. I only promote happy cooking here, so here’s a tip.
Remember when you’d test those baby bottles on the back of your hand to see if they were too hot? Same thing here. If it’s too hot for baby, it’s too hot for the yeast.
Moving on, add the baking soda to 2 c. buttermilk, then add the yeast you set aside and mix.
Cut out with a round cookie cutter and lay out on a cookie sheet to bake.
But, if you want to make magical Cinnamon Rolls, roll out your dough in a long rectangle about 1/2′ thick on a floured surface.
Next you will need the following. Hello butter…
Take one stick (yes, the whole stick) of softened butter and spread across the rectangle of dough.
Combine Brown sugar, white sugar and cinnamon and layer on top of the butter.
Roll up dough tightly (lengthwise).
Cut 1 to 1 1/2 inch slices.
Place on greased cookie sheet and let rise 1 -2 hours (if you can wait that long).
Bake these babies in a 400 degree oven for about 20 minutes.
Do you smell that? No? What are doing? Sitting on your computer reading a rambling blonde?
Now these are sweet enough (just like me) that they don’t need any frosting.
But if you think that good, magical and wonderful can be better, try Not Your Mama’s Icing and then your cinnamon roll will look like this.
And all will be right with the world.
And your house will smell like a home.
And your punks will love you forever and beg you to make those cinnamon rolls.
And your man will love you and hug you and kiss you and love you and hug you and… well, you see where this is going.