Cinnamon Knot Buns

There has been a request to give out my cinnamon bun recipe, so here is it!

Cinnamon Knot Buns
2 cups milk scalded
2 Tbsp active dry yeast
½ cup warm water (120 degrees)
¼ tsp sugar
½ cup butter
¼ cup sugar
2 eggs, well beaten
5-6 cup all-purpose flour

For Dipping:
1 ¼ cup sugar
3 Tbsp cinnamon
1 cup butter

1. In a large saucepan scald milk.
2. In a small bowl, set yeast to dissolve in warm water with ¼ tsp sugar
3. In a small mixer bowl, beat eggs well
4. Stir butter, salt and sugar in to hot milk and place in cold water in the sink to cool
5. To mixture n sauce pan add beaten eggs, dissolved yeast and 2 cups flour. Beat well with slotted spoon
6. Cover with plastic wrap and let rise about 30 minutes in sauce pan
7. Add enough flour (about 3-4 cups) to make a soft dough, beating with slotted spoon (I do this in my mixer). Turn on to floured surface and knead 5 minuets.
8. Cover with plastic wrap and let rise about 1 hour.
9. In a small mixing bowl combine sugar and cinnamon for dipping
10. Melt butter
11. Grease muffin tins
12. Roll out dough in to a long rectangle. With a pizza cutter cut 24 strips.
13. Dip each strip in melted butter, then the sugar/cinnamon mixture
14. Tie each strip loosely in overhand knot, as if you are starting to tie your show, and place in muffin tin
15. Let rise 30 minuets and bake 10-15 minutes at 375 or until golden brown. Remove from tins while still warm so they won’t stick.

Variation: This recipe also makes delicious dinner rolls, eliminate the sugar and cinnamon and simply dip the strips in melted butter, tie the knot and bake.

OH BABY…COME TO MAMA!!

So, I made cinnamon buns today
They are to DIE for
seriously!

I made 4 dozen to give away to neighbors
I didn’t get to keep a single one
and they are to DIE for
seriously
Ok, maybe I wouldn’t die for one
I might give my right arm for one….
Ok, maybe my right pinky…
The soft bread, the crispy cinnamon and sugar mixed with butter
how can you get any better than that?

Oh, sweet baby bun, come to mama!

The Best Laid Plans….

Last night when I went to bed I was full of plans. I was going to get the laundry done, folded and put away. I was going to bake up a storm, ginger snap cookies and cinnamon buns to pass out to the neighbors. I was going to clean, clean, clean. I was going to try a new recipe. I was going to take dinner to a neighbor. I was going to finish painting my bathroom. My hair would be done, make-up on, I would be dressed, cool and refreshed when My Partner in Crime walked in the door.

My plans changed.

At about 5:30 this morning.

My oldest punk woke me up. She was sick to her stomach she said, “I think I am going to throw up.” Then she proceeded to throw up all over my floor. Now, there is this thing with my punks. They like, no, love to throw up right next to my bed. That is their favorite place. I think I have worn my carpet bare in that spot trying to scrub all the vomit out. Anyway, I got that all cleaned up and my daughter all settled on the couch I have exactly 40 minutes before the alarm was going to go off. It was all downhill from there! I did get a few things crossed off my list, the cookies and buns got made, dinner got sent to the neighbor, and my new recipe got made (and burned). However, I am still not dressed, no hair, no make-up, dirty laundry all over the living floor (I think my dryer is going out, it took 4 cycles to dry the load of socks and panties), what is clean is not folded. My kitchen…disaster! Am I cool, collected and refreshed? Um….not on your life!!! I think I am going to bake another batch of those cinnamon buns and eat them all in a tub, in my half painted bathroom…

Something to think about

I have heard the prophecy’s, that in the last day The Church would be persecuted. I never really understood how that could happen in the United States of America, aren’t we all free to worship how we want? I am starting to see how it could happen. Since Mitt Romney has been running for President out enemies have been coming out of the woodwork. Hardly a day goes by that we don’t see something in the news about Mormonism being a cult, or not be a “Christian” religion. It saddens me. Really truly saddens me. I read a lot of blogs written by conservative Christians, and some of the things they say are the worst. I don’t understand how a Christian can be so judgmental. Aren’t we all children of the same God, not matter what religion or theology we choose to believe? Don’t we all deserve to be treated with respect? I for one hold any person with high respect when they are God fearing. There are many, many people who do not share my religion that are more in tune with God, that are more deserving of His love than I. I don’t understand why that same courtesy is not extended to me. I may not be of the same religion, but do not question my belief in Jesus Christ. Do not judge my faithfulness, my Christianity. There is only one who can do that, and it is Jesus Christ, himself.

So is there anything I can do about this? Probably not. I cannot change everybody’s views on my religion. This scripture come to mind whenever I start to be angry and frustrated by this kind of treatment.

Luke 7:16 “Ye shall know them by their fruits.”

I also think of the Hymn “Each Life that Touches Ours for Good.”

I may not be able to change everybody’s mind, however, everybody I come in contact with, I will leave an impression. They will know my religion by knowing me. What am I telling the world about “The Mormons”?

Some food for thought….

The Game

I like to make my Partner in Crime want to come home to me. I want him to be excited to come home to me, his wife, and his kids. I want him to feel a sense of peace and calm when he walks in the door. However we have 5 punk kids. Peace and calm are hard to come by! Still want him to feel wanted, needed and loved. So we play a game. About 15 minutes before Dad gets home, we do a quick clean of the living room. Then as I am finishing up dinner (I like dinner either done or just about there when he gets home) I send the girls to watch for their Dad. They stand at the door looking out the little side window for his car to pull up. When he does the burst out and race to be the first to hug him. He is a good sport; he hugs one, kisses another, gives one his lunch box and hugs the other when he gets in the house, so they all get to be the “first” at something. It is a wonderful start to a crazy night; he is always smiling as he walks in the door with his little girls surrounding him