OT - Forn Friday
Forn' is 'food' and 'p0rn' combined. It's Friday at last!! It's a balmy 45 degrees outside, so I decided to treat myself to a bakery goodie and eat it with a mug of hot, strong kahvi (that's 'coffee' for those who don't speak Finn).
The cinnamon rolls LOOKED good... Alas, I was sorely disappointed. Skimpy on the cinnamon/sugar mixture and dry. And by dry I mean that it was so freakin' dry I could probably soak up a quart of milk and not wring it out once.
The BEST cinnamon rolls I've ever had were my Mom's. The dough was moist and almost fluffy. The cinnamon/sugar mixture was oozing out of the top AND bottom, leaving warm gooeyness pooling in the bottom of the pan. I can't tell you how many times my siblings and I scooped up that oozy deliciousness with our fingers, burning them (and our tongues!) in the process. On rare occasion, Mom would scatter some chopped pecans on top as soon as she flipped the rolls onto a plate.
That tears it. I guess I'm making some cinnamon rolls this weekend!