There's something very appealing and comforting
about the smell of baked cinnamon, whether it be in an apple crumble,
one of those sugary pretzels you can get at Westfield, or a rather tasty
cinnamon roll.
On trips to the US, I have enjoyed the occasional "Cinnabon". The last one I had was in a mall in Asheville, NC. It was sweet and sticky but almost a little too sickly even for me.
| The Cinnabon. |
The dough is quite sticky but I resisted adding more flour. I left it to rise overnight so that we would be able to have them for Sunday brunch.
In the morning, I rolled out the puffy dough
and spread it with butter and a then a butter/brown sugar/cinnamon mix as per directions,
then sultanas.
Then it was all rolled up and cut into rounds.
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| Spot the two random nub ends that I shoved in. |
This is the baked product: I think I should have glazed the dough before cooking, never mind.
I added some lime juice to cut through the excessive sweetness of the cream cheese frosting. Liberally smeared this onto the warm rolls.
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| MESSY. |
Finally - enjoyed with a coffee. These still work well the next day warmed for a few seconds in the microwave.






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