Are these not the most delicious cinnamon rolls you’ve ever seen in your entire life?
This is the second time we’ve had them. The first time was last year, Christmas Eve 2008, our first Christmas in our new house. There was a knock on the door, and it was Bob, our neighbor from across the street. He handed over a tree-shaped baking pan and explained that he and his wife Marlene bake these rolls from scratch every year for all the neighbors on our block. So on Christmas morning, we heated them up and indulged in the gooiest, heaviest, sweetest, most yummiest cinnamon rolls ever. Seriously. I ate three in one sitting. Then we waited a whole year and just this morning, there was that knock on the door and it was Bob with a tree-shaped baking pan, again. We are so excited and can’t wait until the morning so we can enjoy this wonderful treat once again.
And I’m wrapping up this day by wrapping presents and sipping coffee while watching DVR’d football with Martin. Good times.