Houston, we have a problem

 Okay, I'm no longer the captain of my ship.  I am on a space ship spiraling out of control and heading deep into space!  I got a hankering for making cinnamon rolls-- for Hubby's staff gifts.  Since I had never made the recipe before and since it was getting close to 11 p.m., I asked for help...especially since I was doing this for Hubby's staff!

Step 1-  recruit, guilt, persuade Hubby to "scald" the milk.  Neither one of us had done THAT before so I thought he should do it.  Hubby has way more patience than I.  I would have kept turning up the heat (actually I think I did-  it was closing in on midnight!). 

Milk reached that point just before boiling (that's what "scald" means just in case you'd never heard of the phrase-- let's face it, how many of us make our cinnamon rolls from scratch, huh?  I mean Pillsbury is soooooooooooo convenient). 

Actually, the first photo is the scalded milk.  This is just milk, sugar, and veggie oil in a pan!  LOL

I was so tired I forgot to take photos of the process but you can check them out on any other food blog... so there.  I think I'm a little tired.  Oh this reminds me: the other day Hubby and I went shopping at an extremely packed Wal-Mart.  It's Christmas season, I reasoned.  We had to park far away.  Great exercise.  As always, we came out of the store and someone had parked close to our vehicle.  In order to get our cart and ourselves in between the two vehicles, we had to lean our door against that other car.  Now I'm not one to swing open my door and scratch/ dent/ abuse someone's car so I gently (no, really, I was gentle) opened my door and touched the other car.  A minute or two later the car alarm went off on the car.  I turned around and no one was messing with that car.  No one was around.  Soon the old man owner of the car came walking up.  I continued putting my groceries in my car and then he tells me, "Your door is hitting my fender."  Always the quick wit I am, I replied "Well."  He must have thought "Wow, what a quick wit; I better leave her alone" because he went around the other side of the car and that ended our conversation!  In my mind I was planning to tell him how I'd been gentle opening my car door.  Or that I wasn't some inconsiderate person who slammed my car door against someone else's car door.  I guess that was too much work.  Instead I basically retorted "Derrr."

Back to the cinnamon rolls.  I made these....

I frosted these with a Cinnabon icing clone recipe.  They were yummy.  And that is why we have a problem, Houston.  I love bread!  I'm wondering if it is wise for me to have a no starch day.  I seem to go overboard the next day!  I really blew it.  I didn't eat ALL the cinnamon rolls.  I really did give them away but I had a pan for family to "test" out.  They must be someone else's kids because they can resist cinnamon rolls!  I ask you: who do these kids belong to????  Surely they cannot possess my DNA.

Mona, on the other hand, cannot resist cinnamon rolls in any form or fashion.  Zip....no willpower...and that is why I can tell you, they were yummy!

I guess I better have a no starch day....no wait,  that's not right.  Well......der......