There are very few things that make my senses sing with sheer joy. The kind of joy that can come only from the smell and taste of a sugary, cinnamon-y treat. Today my brother Matthew came over to help me make the most delectable treat there is.... "Grandma's Buns." These amazing cinnamon buns are a time-consuming secret recipe that was passed down from my Swedish, great-grandmother, Gerda (pronounced Yair-ta). Yes, yes, some of you recognize that name, as I was named after her. Gerda is my middle name. My great-grandmother Gerda was married to a man named Per (pronounced Pair). So I found it somewhat funny, but fitting that Matthew volunteered to help me with the buns. He was the lucky one to be given Per as his middle name :)
The baking process began around 3pm... and did not finish until after 7:30pm. After one taste, it was determined that the time was well spent. :)
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| me and the ball of dough. ... feel free to ignore my towel-dried frizz-head. |
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| so delicious... |
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| my mouth is officially watering. |
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| the bakers -Thanks Matt! |
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the finished product!
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the taste-test...
We have the approval of the ultimate taste-tester! :)
Every time we make them, I wonder why we don't make them more often. I'm truly not a sweets person, but these buns get me every time! I have told Justin his mission is to eat them up as soon as possible so that we can rid our house of them. He says he's up to the challenge. |
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