And the legacy lives on

Cinammon roll time again. It was my first attempt to make these scrumptious rolls of softness and cinnamon goodness in the Arizona weather and elevation (or lack thereof) and I am pleased to announce - SUCCESS!!!! Bryan had a long week of work and grades were due on Monday - I asked if there was anything I could do and he requested Granda Melba's Cinnamon Rolls!

Sunday came and it was the day to make the attempt. We had a rocky start since my big mixer was broken in the move. I don't use it often since I have a breadmaker and prefer the hand mixer, but I do use it for cinnamon rolls. I could tell Bry was sad so I said I would attempt to do it with the hand mixer and do a lot more kneading by hand on the counter. It took a little finagling, but it worked. I am sad to say I don't have a picture of the final product, but they were thoroughly enjoyed at my mom's house and for the next couple of days at home. There is nothing like a warm cinnamon roll and a glass of cold milk. Yummo!!!