Snow = Cinnamon Rolls

I woke up yesterday morning to a winter wonderland of snow. It wasn't a lot, per se, but it was enough for a school cancellation. I don't understand it, but there's a need inside of me to bake something warm, gooey and yummy when the weather is none of those things (Can weather be gooey?).

I wanted my mom's cinnamon rolls. Turns out, I don't have her recipe. I used this one. They fit the bill but they just weren't quite the same. I iced them (really, what's the point of a cinnamon roll WITHOUT icing?) and they were ready to serve when the older 3 and I came in from shoveling the drive. OK. I shoveled. They pelted each other with snowballs played nicely and made lovely snow angels.

The big problem with this scenario is that I was the only one eating the gooey deliciousness that was my baking chore for the morning. {SIGH} Good thing I shoveled. Oh, and I ran for the whole 2 miles this morning. GO ME!

Lesson learned: Ask mom for her recipe. NOW!