Notes on life and cooking

I dunno what's up lately; I've been burning stuff in the oven.  Maybe I set the timer wrong, maybe the element is (already) going bad.  

Or maybe when I'm blogging, I just ignore the timer and forget to get the food out of the oven before it burns.  But it's only been happening recently.

Well, tonight's debacle was cinnamon rolls.  Pillsbury Grands.  With Cream Cheese Icing.  Five big hockey pucks smothered with sugary topping.

Here's the thing: when all the cinnamon rolls you got look like charcoal briquettes, I like burned cinnamon rolls.  

In fact, I like burned cinnamon rolls a lot.