That looks like the high side of medium…

I don’t quite know what happened to cause this, but when we took the cinnamon rolls out, a good portion of the cinnamony sugar innards was bubbling around all the rolls instead of in them. Which casued all the rolls to get an odd tri-colour effect once iced. I got a picture of them all upside down cooling (because right way up they completely stuck to the cooling rack!)

This morning when we ate these for the first time, I was too overwhelmed with the sweetness (and underwhelmed by how un-puffy they looked) and I just wasn’t happy with it. Couldn’t finish my one, so I gave the last bit to Jake. After eating his own, and the end of mine, he ate another 2 rolls. Well, 3, but the third was a tiny one that was, for him, a one-bite roll. So I think these were a success, judging by the response. I may not have enjoyed because it was too sugary – baby doesn’t allow me to like sugar as much as I used to.

We did nothing today. Jake watched football, I played on the computer. Every so often we’d get together on the couch and watch something we had previously recorded… that was pretty much the whole day, just doing that back and forth.

Dinner tonight, instead of a big fancy turkey meal which we are doing next weekend, was roasted chicken breast and turnip mash (or I guess technically puree, but I like to call it mash. It sounds cooler, for some reason). A few days ago I got it into my head that I really wanted to make turnip mash, and I have no idea why, because I’m pretty sure that before tonight I had never had turnips. Jake knew it would be yummy, so I trusted him. The idea must’ve come from baby using Jake’s side of the brain. Pretty impressive thought transfer, that one has.

Chicken was sooo goood, and the turnip mash was pretty tasty, although the method we used made it a bit too creamy for me. Salt fixed that up. The two things together were perfect. It was a lovely little meal, rather unlike what we normally do, so it was slightly special. Jake adored the turnip mash, after finishing his chicken and some of mine, he ate a big plate of just turnip. He’s a cutie. He keeps saying how it totally felt like a thanksgiving even though it kinda wasn’t. I love how easy it is to make him happy.

We had another cinnamon roll for dessert, and I think the flavour matured throughout the day, or just after the salty creamy savoury dinner, I was more acceptable of a blast of sugar. It was so good! We have… I think 5 left, out of the 12 I made this morning. I don’t know if I’ll ever make them again, because they are so much effort and when I have to use a lot of effort to make some food, it is never that great when I’m done. Leftovers, great, but when freshly cooked? Can’t be bothered eating it. I’ll be like that next Sunday, I know it. I’ll spend all day making dinner and then when it comes time to eat, I’ll have a tiny pile of stuff and be done with it. But the leftovers that we’ll be eating for the next week? SO GOOD.

A whole entry about food? Seems fitting.