My grandmothers were both great cooks – visiting them in the summers guaranteed good eats. You’ve heard about Grandma Norie’s barbeque? Well, my dad’s mom made a wicked cinnamon roll. ‘Coffee Cake Rolls’ is their official name, but they’re really just a fantastic cinnamon roll.
The key is time and love. Love takes the form of muscle power in this recipe. My sister, Keren, made a batch when we were in Colorado, and they were fabulous. Here’s the recipe in photo form – I’m too lazy to transcribe it:
I love that she made notes all over this. Apparently this was combined from several versions of the recipe – Grandmother told it/wrote it down differently each time.
Do you see that part at the end of the second paragraph? You stir this batter-like substance for upwards of seven minutes to get the right gluten-y consistency. Sure, you could assign your Kitchen-Aid this task, but Kitchen-Aids don’t add no love, people.
Here’s the second part:
Note: If you’re making these in my mom’s high-altitude oven, you’ll need to add another 5-7 minutes on the time.
I spent part of the weekend trying to put the photos of Keren’s Labor of Love in a movie. The photos aren’t out of order – she made two batches.
Thanks, Keren! Your love was delicious!
Dang it. I’m at school and can’t watch the movie. We’re a YouTube-free zone.
I love cinnamon rolls. I have them for dinner every once in a while.
I made cinnamon rolls from scratch once in my life. And you were visiting us in Norfolk.
Great post, Lauren. Love the video!
And the cinnamon rolls were every bit as delicious as Grandmother’s.
M-mmm…..
Keren, the baking pans are empty, and I’m waiting…….
Great… now my mouth is watering and there ain’t a decent cinnamon rolls for miles.
oops, ROLL (singular)
Yummy. Those look delicious!