
This blog is dedicated to my great friend Dominique, who requested this particular post.
When am I ever NOT in the mood for cinnamon rolls? Like right now...I want cinnamon rolls. *Waits 5 minutes*. Yep, I still want cinnamon rolls.
I have always loved this doughy, baked roll of deliciousness as a child. But the only place I could get them was at school, when the cooks were in a good enough of a mood to bake up pans of delicious cinnamon rolls that we could smell all the way from our classrooms. Who else remembers eating these at school growing up in American Samoa?
And those cooks could bake up a mean batch of these babies! But unfortunately we could only have just ONE roll, at breakfast, maybe once every month, IF we were lucky. I would always envy the students who were related to the cooks. Because they always got extra helpings of cinnamon buns. I always tried to befriend those lucky kids, but somehow my spur of the moment friendliness seemed to never stick. Meh. I tried.
Bakeries around the island made and sold cinnamon rolls, but Mom and Dad couldn't afford to buy all 8 of us a cinnamon roll each. Which made the once a month cinnamon rolls at school that much more magical!