They left at 2:15am on the airport taxi.
K and I stayed up so we could make sure we didn't all sleep in and miss the taxi.
To fill in the time I reorganised the kitchen cupboards.
And made 16 jars of green tomato chutney.
And uploaded over 1000 of my mum's holiday snaps to my computer and then to her memory stick.
And I still had time to spare.
So I made some cinnamon rolls.
I clicked through to the Pioneer woman blog from somewhere one day last year and now it's my guilty pleasure. I swear you can gain body mass just reading some of those recipes. I think there should be a caveat at the top of the page: "these recipes are intended for ranchers. Anyone not roping calves or building barns this afternoon should not attempt to eat the following delicious food."
Anyway, I have read the recipe for cinnamon rolls many, many times. The pictures are beautiful and I do love cooking where you make stuff directly on the bench. I don't know why. Maybe I didn't get enough playdough time as a kid....
But I am not a fan of recipes where you need to rest things. And breads are prone to that. And it uses so much butter it's sinful. And I'm not sure K would be a fan of something so rich.... So I have always put off making them.
But tonight I had the time and the kind of people (my kind of people) who enjoy rich food so I decided to give it a whirl. It's a long process but really not at all complicated. K sous cheffed for me and we rocked them out. Even with a Japanese quasi-oven and the wrong containers it went swimmingly.
And the results?
And they taste even better than they look.
But be warned though.
Eat one (ok maybe one and a half but whose counting?) at 2 am and you will be on such a sugar buzz you will not be able to get back to sleep for far too long.
Meg and Amy tried them for brekky (ok, so did I but by then- after less than 4 hours sleep- I needed a sugar rush!) and Meg thinks I should get a job at Starbucks.
"You should work at Starbucks and make these. Then I could come in and order one hundred!"
"One hundred? You'd get a very sore tummy...."
"Noo silly! I'd go with daddy and Amy. And we'd order bubble milk, too."
One hundred of them? You'd need to build four barns and rope great herds of steers to get through that sugar rush!
Oh and if you're going to make them I halved the recipe and got this many:
Which should see us through today I think....