The Smell of Joy

Flour, 1/2 lb of butter, 2 1/2 cups sugar, eggs, milk, and cinnamon--aka Cinnamon Rolls with frosting. I baked them today from scratch for the first time. I refuse to think about how many calories they were, or how much fat they had, or how few whole grains they had because it was sheer joy to smell them baking and then to eat them warm out of the oven.

I've baked fresh bread, rolls and pizza crust over the last year and a half (discovering an ability that I'm quite surprised by) but cinnamon rolls had intimidated me and I just couldn't get the nerve up to dedicate the time to try them. Happily, they turned out well despite my late night yeast rising dilemma.

The girls' reactions:
Abri: Yum, I like your cinnamon rolls, Mommy.
Kayla: Didn't even eat a small center piece of bread from one. Sometimes I'm not sure she's my daughter. She just doesn't seem to like bread products much. (Even fresh baked bread! Too weird.)
Emma: (Missed them for breakfast since she had to go to school) As soon as she got home from school, I got this big hug I wasn't expecting, and a "Thank You Mommy!" with an explanation that it was for making the cinnamon rolls.