|Cream Cheese Cinnamon Rolls|
Yesterday was one of my employees' birthday and I totally spaced it. So, to show that I'm a caring and supportive supervisor, this morning I baked cinnamon rolls. Lots of them. I hadn't intended for it to happen that way; it just did.
Last night at about 7:30 I texted my friend Colin: "You wanna come over and make cinnamon rolls?" to which he responded, "Um, yeah." Before he arrived, I began to attempt this recipe. One of the first things I was supposed to do was combine sugar and water at a temperature of 115 degrees. Well, one of the kitchen implements I don't have is a candy thermometer (or a meat thermometer, or anything culinarily temperature-telling), but what I did have was a regular old medicine cabinet thermometer, so I thought, "Hey, that's pretty much the same thing."
|Not for baking.|
Plan B: Guess what 115 probably feels like using your pointer finger. This worked just fine, as evidenced by my yeast activating and my dough rising.
However, before I let it rise, I had to do some impromptu kneading with my hands (due to a lack of a "stand mixer"), which is about the time in the story where Colin rings my doorbell. I was somehow able to pry enough sticky dough from my hands to open the front door with a combination of fingertips and elbow. When I went back to read the instructions I realized I had missed some rather key steps, and was concerned that the rolls might not turn out. So I said to Colin, "I think we're going to have to get started with Plan B."
Plan B is the cinnamon roll recipe that I made over Labor Day weekend. You should also know that Plan B yields about 50 cinnamon rolls. But if the experimental cream cheese cinnamon rolls weren't going to turn out, I had to have a backup plan. You understand, right?
Ok. So lots of mixing and sifting and stirring and waiting-for-everything-to-rise... and it turns out both sets of dough were edible and gorgeous. So this morning when I got up, I threw it all into the oven, got ready for work, and pulled the finished products out of the oven.
Then I had a slight moment of panic when I realized I had no idea what the hell I was going to do with 36 cinnamon rolls. I mean, to bring in one pan to work is nice, but to bring in five pans... well, that's a little crazy. People start to wonder.
The good news is, people have been wondering about me for a long time. So I brought in three of the five pans (which was a nice compromise), and they were a big hit. Especially for the birthday girl.
Now I just need to figure out what to do with the rest of the dough tomorrow morning.