Over the weekend, my friend Laura, a M.D.-to-be in her intern year, came for a visit, and we did what we always do: we baked.
Normally, I cook a lot, but I do savory food: go to the market, see what's in the fridge, saute/roast/grill, season, go. It's more intuitive, tasting as you go, adding/subtracting, etc, etc. But not baking. That's science, friends. It's chemistry, not really open to interpretation unless you really know what you're doing. Neither of us do it regularly without the other.
But, when we're together, it's time. Music + crossword puzzles + coffee + good times.
And this weekend, we nailed it with this fresh cinnamon rolls.
Most parents try their best, but end up being selective about junk food. Some won't let their kids drink soda, but give them fructose-sweetened punches at every meal. Some say no to candy, but doughnuts and packaged desserts fill the pantry.
When I was a kid, we weren't allowed pizza rolls. We had Bagel Bites, and I learned to use the oven with Tony's frozen pizzas, but I never had a Totino's Pizza Roll until I was in college, and some nostalgic friend bought a box on a whim.
And...they're digusting. Greasy and dominated with a weird faux-pepperoni/green-pepper spice, I was thankful my parents never let me try any. Which is not to say