![]() ![]() Unless you count the Walmart.Īlso, Walmart didn’t have the maple flavoring either. (They also don’t believe people need to purchase Tyson Roasted Chicken Breasts which is a whole other issue that I won’t get into right now) At times like this it would be really convenient to just run to another grocery store, but here in South Texas we don’t have another grocery store. ![]() HEB doesn’t believe its customers have any need to make anything with a hint of maple flavor. ![]() The only thing I couldn’t find was maple flavoring. Ultimately I decided to purchase the packages of Fleischmann’s Active Dry Yeast and you can imagine my delight when I got home and realized that’s exactly what Ree uses for her dough. Who are all these people making delicious things from scratch and why aren’t they bringing any of it over to my house? I had no idea that yeast came in so many forms. (There’s a sentence I never thought I’d use.) Everything was pretty straightforward until I began to peruse the selection of yeast. I officially began my journey last Thursday when I went to HEB with a list of all the required ingredients. With the exception of Lifesaver Gummie Sours because everyone knows if you get two of those suckers stuck together, it’s going to take some effort to pull them apart. I’m sorry, but I generally stay away from foods that may need to be wrestled to the ground. My fear of failure and packages of active dry yeast and recipes that call for nine cups of flour and use phrases like “if it starts to splurge out of the pan, just punch it down”. I believe my feelings about it are best summed up in these classic words from Mariah, “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.” The need to make homemade cinnamon rolls.Īs with most lofty dreams, I had to conquer my fears. A dream of making pans upon pans of those homemade cinnamon rolls, wrapping them in festive green and red cellophane tied with ribbon so sparkly it practically screams “MERRY CHRISTMAS”, and giving them out to every neighbor, garbage man, and UPS delivery man within a twenty-mile radius during the holidays. ![]() And somewhere deep inside my soul or my stomach, a dream was born. Months passed since I’d had one of those cinnamon rolls, but I couldn’t quit thinking about them. I just had some extra time and paint on my hands. I figured Ree telling me making dough is easy was the equivalent of Michelangelo listening to someone rave about the beauty of the Sistine Chapel and saying “What? That old thing? No big deal. She assured me that it was very simple, but I didn’t really believe her because she seriously has written her very own cookbook that’s about to be published and everything like a real piece of literature. I told Ree I would love to make them but was frightened by the dough-making process because it seems to be a task that requires “skills” and “cooking ability”. And since the rising cost of fuel prohibits us from using our personal lear jet as much as we used to, I knew it wasn’t going to be an option to fly to the ranch every morning for fresh baked cinnamon rolls.Īlso, I wasn’t invited to fly to the ranch every morning. Not that you have to hoe crops in the hot sun to make the cinnamon rolls, but my thought was that if you’re willing to make your own dough then it’s not a stretch to assume you might hoe some crops.īut then came the fateful morning that I actually tasted one or eight of those cinnamon rolls and I knew my life would not be complete unless I could eat them whenever I wanted. Baird who totally sells her cinnamon rolls at the grocery store in plastic packaging and why would I want to spend all kinds of time making homemade dough and hoeing crops in the hot sun?” I’d seen the recipe on her website at least a year before but was all, whatever, I have a friend named Mrs. The morning we left to head back to the big city, Ree brought us four pans of her homemade cinnamon rolls. It makes my bottom hurt just to think about it. We had a great time and I had the opportunity to ride a horse named Peso in what was possibly the worst display of horsemanship ever exhibited on their land. I’ve always believed that if you’re going to dream, dream big.īack in June, I spent the weekend at my friend Ree’s ranch. First, my original dream that I haven’t mentioned yet, and, secondly, the ability to accurately remember the lyrics to Mariah Carey songs. She sings, “I had it all but I let it slip away”. I was going to include Mariah Carey in that sentence because I thought her song Love Takes Time began with the phrase “I had a dream but I let it slip away”. About a month ago I decided that, much like Martin Luther King, Jr., I had a dream. ![]()
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