buns.

maple requested cinnamon buns.
specifically, and earnestly, i was entreated to complete a batch
and bake them for breakfast.
sweet, right?
well, neighbors,
that was, like, a year ago,
and somehow, i just didn't get around to it.
awwwwwww, man.
the thing of it is,
every visit since,
the kid has RE-requested cinnamon buns, too
damn.
i think that makes me kind of a jerk albeit unintentionally.
i'm sayin',
i wouldn't purposely deny a loved one a bun.
because that's a real A*-hole move,
and not my first choice of action by a long wide margin-
so,
to start off '16,
i got up and got crackin' on a dozen special-order super-deluxe cinnamon swirls,
especially for my dear sweet child,
...... and that's nice, y'know?
yeah.
are they easy?
not really?
are they expert?
severely.
check the first-breakfast-type teleport:

mmmmmmmm.
caramelized butter-glazed brown sugar overflow to eleven,
with that good-lookin' icing drizzle over it all.
that's how it is done.
guys,
i freaked off the from-memory recipe,
as it's been a little minute since last i rolled them out.....
and they were way bigger, way better,
and so much tastier than ever before.
that's no joke.
usually,
they fit in a regular-sized muffin pan,
but these burly blops of rolled-up brown sugary super-cinnamon sweetness
went into the BIG muffin tins:

yuuuuup.
two kinds of yeast, more butter,
imprecise but exaggerated measurements in the flour and sugar proportions,
and longer rising times made the dough a yellower, flaky, fluffy, firmer foundation
within which the cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger
could flourish and foster good feelings inside of our faces.
wordimus prime.
i took care to thicken up that vanilla sugar icing,
so it wouldn't melt into invisibility when it hit those hot spirals.
nobody likes see-through sugar sauce on top.
that's not how you impress people.
-
thick dough,
thick icing,
thick layers of sugar and spice.....
i'm getting a little thicker around the middle with these hungry people hanging around.
fattening myself for slaughter?
perhaps.
insulating my torso against the deepening cold?
that's be smart,
but i s'pose i'll have to start really getting after the exercise with a renewed vigor
if i want to be fit for 40,
instead of just fattish and floppy.
aw.
cinnamon buns are NOT part of a well-planned diet regimen,
but damn,
they sure play a large part in an awesomeness regimen.
real talk.
*
sleep takes up too much time.
if we were all awake at once,
we could all be hanging out together.
instead, i'm STILL steady skipping the beauty rest,
and i remain the old and busted barbarian busting moves and getting busy
hours and hours in advance of the main host.
i stay up, i stay ugly, i stay dope, and i stay ahead of the pack.
i guess i'm paving the way for the prettier people to 'preciate what's really happening?
i'll keep telling myself that,
and you can go ahead and smirk to yourselves about it;
never quiet, never soft.....