In Which I Ponder Cinnamon Rolls

Before i spend too much more of my day distracted from writing this post because i am trying to deduce the intricacies of uploading a photo from my iPad to my blog via Google+, what say I just get this written?

The above picture, which may or may not show up when you read this, is of a dozen of my made-from-scratch cinnamon rolls. One of the great joys of going to Grandma’s house in Oklahoma was the little bun warmer she kept on the counter, and regularly filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. Although I never got her precise recipe, I did glom onto a pretty great one in the More with Less Cookbook. “Edna Ruth Byler’s Potato Roll Dough.” The recipe yields 100 rolls, cinnamon rolls, or a smaller number of donuts, and has always been a huge family favorite here. I have made cinnamon rolls in two different countries, multiple states, and most of the 10 or 12 residences in which we have lived.

I found this recipe in the days before anyone even knew what gluten was, let alone had a sensitivity to, or had to make foods free of. In the days before bread became known as the devil’s playground because of the double whammy of gluten and carbs. Before we had to worry about such things as high fructose corn syrup and partially hydrogenated oils. Back when things were simpler.

Although the results are absolutely delicious and aesthetically pleasing, I don’t make them that often. There are reasons, of course, not to be stuffing myself, or my family, with carbs, even if the carbs are my cinnamon rolls. Along with my homemade French bread, my family loves my cinnamon rolls better than all the rest.

I made the full recipe today. Two big bowls of beautiful, hand-kneaded dough, leading to soft, warm, sweet, fresh cinnamon rolls. For my family. Not for me. I knew ahead of time I would not be eating any of them this time.

And it occurred to me.

What’s the difference today? There are days when I’d kill for a doughnut, and I pretend there is no such thing as a serving size of ice cream or chips. Days when any rational thought my brain tries to suggest, which might lead to saying no, or to saying “enough,” is summarily dismissed as the crazy rumblings of a looney tune. Thoughts like, “you know eating this is probably going to make you gain weight,” “you already had some of this earlier today,” “OMG, are you eating again?” “You are not even hungry! Hey! You’re not hungry!” And I stuff my fingers in my ears, and stuff the food in my mouth. (Pretty talented, if you think about it.)

But not today.

I know how good these things are. I know exactly what ingredients are in them. I have no qualms about there being any baddies in them, like HFCS. I feel very proud of the fruits of all the work it takes to make them, and today I have the extra lift that comes from remembering that I froze some cream cheese frosting months ago and realizing I could use that! Bonus!

So, I’m curious. What is different about today that makes me able to bake them, smell them, know how good they are, see them, touch them, and yet not eat them?

And there you go. A blog post that asks a question and doesn’t answer it. I’m going to sit with the question and see what comes up for me. Can you relate? Are there times when you can say yes to the better choice and times when the yes is far, far away and all you think about is having [it] now?

3 thoughts on “In Which I Ponder Cinnamon Rolls

  1. My only answer is that usually when I make cinnamon rolls (or anything else – particularly from scratch and in bigger quantities like my cinnamon rolls also end up being!) is that I'm usually so sick of looking at/smelling/etc. them by the time they're done, they've lost any appeal to me…until months later, when I start the process all over again and give away every single one yet again.

    But that's coming from the girl who cheated and cut up a couple Bridgeford (aka some other brand that starts with an R I think) Rolls and made “cheater” monkey bread with only some cinnamon and brown sugar to have a couple bites of something like a cinnamon roll…so clearly it doesn't always work for me…only when I make lots of anything I guess! (And I'm glad I did that yesterday or I'd blame you for eating them since you now have me wanting cinnamon rolls! Ha!)

    I'll be curious to see if you come up with what your underlying answer is 🙂


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