Above were my children, ready and waiting to watch me create a work of culinary art. The art of banging the container on the counter to open the package. The art of trying save the rolls after discovering that when I tried to separate each one it rolled out into a thin, snake like piece of dough. The art of devouring them and hogging all the icing so I can smother my four, I mean my one with more than a person would ever need. I am an artist, appreciated in my time, and the best kind too:)
6 comments:
loves the cinnamon buns. the icing is really what makes them complete, so how could anyone look down on you really for hogging it all and leaving you offspring in want. it's survival of the fittest. natural selection at its finest my friend.
loves the cinnamon buns. the icing is really what makes them complete, so how could anyone look down on you really for hogging it all and leaving you offspring in want. it's survival of the fittest. natural selection at its finest my friend.
HA! The title is my favorite part.
So cute. And by cute I mean you. Your kids are great, too.
love the picture, they look so sweet! hmmm...making a trip to the cinnabon soon after reading this post...like i need it! thanks stephanie! ;)
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