I've always loved cinnamon but even more so once I discovered saigon cinnamon for my apple butter recipe several years ago.
I find cinnamon is a very comforting spice and I often find ways to use it throughout the dark and cold fall and winter days. That being said, I don't make cinnamon buns often for the fact that I can not stop at just one. The aroma and it's pillowy-soft bread that easily pulls apart draws me in and once the sweet icing and cinnamon flavors hit my taste buds, a trance-like effect washes over me and I am a slave to it's magical powers. I kid you not, I probably ate 2 at one sitting and then when lunch rolled around I ate another 2.
Shameful? Nah. Everyone has their demons and the first step in addressing addictions is admitting them, and I won't lie to you, I refuse to move through the other recovery steps as it is not an addiction I want to cure. I manage well enough with limiting my cinnamon bun making to several times a year. Chocolate, on the other hand, well, that is another post and a half I could write about!
The last time I made a batch, I believe I was watching many back-to-back episodes of Mad Men and I was swept up with 60's housewife nostalgia, and made a batch to be baked in the morning. I wouldn't say I fully played the part since I did not fix my hair and put on makeup. Also, I passed on the pastel flower print dress but I did don my flower print apron, complete with oven gloves, and a big cheerful smile when presenting my kids and hubby with a pan of warm cinnamon buns that morning. I earned my #1 Mom pin that day.
Will I wake up earlier to bake another batch for breakfast? Probably not. I am not a morning person but I did hear that the new season of Mad Men starts up in April. Never say never is a motto that I live by and the smell of cinnamon buns in the morning might once again snag me.
Wrote by Maki


