Rolls Rolls Rolls

So your husband's precious parents are coming for a visit. Do you:

a. clean your room where they will be sleeping
b. buy groceries so they have food to eat
c. make an insane amount of cinnamon rolls

c. you say? i think so, too. I woke up at 5:00am to make the cinnamon rolls I have been reading about on the Pioneer Woman's blog (same lady as the lasagna - she is seriously killing me with her fatty deliciousness). I felt...shall I say convicted? No, not convicted, but definitely led that these must be made immediately. And as the sweet tooth family gene begins with Jerry, I hoped they would turn out well for him.

So at 5:00am I start the rolls thinking that this will work so that Michael can have some before work. I am not usually this loving and kind with my sleep by the way. However, we have begun the Love Dare (aka Fireproof for all you Christian movie watching fans) this week, so I am trying to be more kind and considerate of my sweet husband for the next 40 days in hopes that it sticks.

Anyway, I start the whole process and about 1 1/2 hours into it, I have to throw away the first batch. If you are a baker, you know that yeast comes in a 3 pack. So I made my dough with all 8 cups of flour and it looks good, just like the pictures. Then I look on the counter and see that there are two packs of yeast left. Crap! the recipe called for 2 packs of yeast, I must have only put in 1! Not thinking, I just open one of the remaining pack in and dump it into my prepared dough hoping for the best. Michael is standing there saying, "i think you should dissolve in water first." I know that, but I am believing that this will magically work.

5 minutes later I scream, "Crap!" again, as I realize that the yeast I saw on the counter was the old/expired yeast packet that I had cleaned out of the cabinet this morning. I had made the dough correctly, and just now ruined it. I'm such a bonehead when I cook. My precious husband did not accuse me of being an idiot, but rather says so kindly, "its early," and then goes to buy me some more yeast, flour and a coffee.

All that to say... there is a beast of cinnamon roll dough growing in my trash can.

And now, let me tell you something else. These rolls are so awesome, I make myself want to cry. They are so good, I have decided to forfeit all other foods the rest of the day so that i can just eat cinnamon rolls. I am not going to eat all 8 pans, that would be excessive. I donated 3 pans - not the best ones though- to the Martinez' Sexy Taco YL fundraising party tomorrow night. The rest are sitting here now just waiting to be eaten. If you are in the neighborhood, come on over.

What? You say you don't want to come to Texas because of the swine flu? Let me just ask you this: pillows of light, buttery, cinnamon sugar drench in a sweet crystallized bath of icing, or just the slightest risk of a deadly flu (p.s. we only know one person with it. p-shaw to swine flu). I think I know which is the better choice. But you better hurry because Jerry, Michael and Frank are going to be here, too.