DANG MOM! YOUR BUNS ARE HUGE!

DANG MOM! YOUR BUNS ARE HUGE!
By: Stacey L. Bolin

I made these in a 22" Wedding Cake Pan so they

could rise to ginormous size.

There is nothing store bought here - 100% from scratch.

The title of this blog is a quote from my oldest son.  Kids gotta lov'em. (smile). But this time, it's ok. I live in a house with three men that suffer from S.S.T.D. - Severe Sweet Tooth Disorder. Now my husband tells people all the time, "My wife may have her faults, but cooking is not one of them." Below is my tale about my comparison between store bought foods and down home cooking in our home. Enjoy!

Yesterday afternoon my husband and I went grocery shopping.  Can anyone explain to me, why is it, when I go shopping I spend about $125.00, but when either of my boys or my husband goes with me the bill exceeds $300.00 every time? UGH! Ha-ha. So, my husband suffering from S.S.T.D. was eyeing every sugary and sweet looking item in the store, even the frozen items like, Monkey Break and Cinnamon Rolls. For me, if they like the stuff already made and packaged...great, saves me time. Yet for some reason, this time I said, "Nope, I'm going to make my own cinnamon rolls for you babe." yikes was I in for it. Once you make that kind of statement it is expected that day.

When we got home, I decided, I'll used some frozen bread dough, that will make this sweet roll process move a bit faster - wrong! By the time I was done, the rolls were the diameter of a bathroom Dixie cup and were as tough as boot leather. I could see the disappointment on the faces of all three guys. I could see it in their eyes, mom had let them down. I felt so bad and humiliated. They know I can cook and when I put my all into it and make it from scratch, the outcome is always delicious. So here it is, Super Bowl day, and I woke up still feeling bad for letting their taste buds down. I didn't want to be the kick that lost the game,(Sorry I couldn't resist) I wanted to be on the winning team, and so I did what any good cook would do - I made my own dough and my version of what a sticky cinnamon roll should be.

The looks on the faces of my hungry men were priceless, when they saw the colossal sweet sticky cinnamon buns cooking in the oven. I was victorious and to best describe the outcome of these ginormous sized buns – sticky buns that is, they were as large as dessert plates and they were delicious. How do I know they were delicious you ask? With me being diabetic and not supposed to eat this type of sugary delight? Ah-ha My Dear Watson, that question is easy and comes in the form of various visuals after the attack on these sweet sticky pleasures had ended.  The first piece of evidence was the first discovery after I re-entered the kitchen. The giant pizza stone that I had turned them out on, fresh out of the oven...there is only one left and that won't last for long. My guys are now sitting in the family room with their pants unbuttoned, fire place is a blaze and the big screen TV has a reminder set for the Super Bowl game that will be on in about T-minus 15 minutes and counting. Yet the biggest indicator that my buns were a success – My honey came into my office with a plate in hand, eating his sixth one and said with his mouth full, “These are the best sweetie.” And with that he leaned over and gave me a big kiss. Awww.