This is generally an easy weakness to control since most store bought cinnamon rolls are gross, and the closest Cinnabon is at the airport PAST the security barricade. Homemade is kind of the only way to go for me- and the process to make cinnamon rolls is extensive enough to keep me from indulging every time I have a craving.
Those deterrents were not nearly effective enough on Saturday. I woke up wanting nothing more than a fresh, warm Cinnabon. This may or may not have been spurred on by a text from my friend Jeff that I got an hour too late to take advantage of. He travels a lot for his job, and we have a good system worked out where he buys me Cinnabons at the airport when he comes home. We meet at the McDonalds in Lehi, and I pay him for the goods. He is my Cinnabon trafficking mule. Thanks, Jeff!
So, this option null and void by the time I read the text, I found a recipe for mock Cinnabons and made some. They were good. Really, really, rediculously good! I do not, however, think they would have been nearly as delicious without these adorable little assistants.
Before you praise my domestic abilities, please take note of the laptop and breadmaker. Both were essential. I don't knead or time raising dough. That is way too much to ask of me. I should have taken pictures of the finished product. Oh well. They were delicious! I plan to make more some time later this week and freeze the rolls so I can have some whenever I want. Dear Allrecipes.com,
You are incredible and I owe you and the rating system on your website a great deal of the credit for my domestic success and ability.
Don't worry. You are still the most important part of my house-wife aresenal.