Every possible food craving was satisfied this weekend when Bertie and I visited my parents' house. My mother's kitchen was alive with a variety of aromas, but the first one that struck me was the scent of fresh, homemade, yeasty cinnamon roles baking in the oven. These are not the kind which pop out of a can--this is the real deal. But, more about them later.
We sat down to enjoy a dinner of wonderful Salisbury Steak in a rich, glorious gravy. A side of cous-cous coated in pesto was colorfully joined by glazed carrots.
And, then came the cinnamon rolls. Soft, doughy, wonderful and full of cinnamon, chopped nuts and mini chocolate chips, these beautifully glazed rolls were honestly the best I've ever had. Thankfully, my mother made lots and lots of them. So, I'll be enjoying them for days to come. Pity I can't share with all of you. Ha! Who am I kidding? I don't share baked goods. My father was lucky he got any at all!