*Pant pant*
I could not get them off my mind.For the next several days I talked about them to my family. Finally, my Dad bought me the flour I needed in order to make them.He's too good to me!
There's a small chance I didn't add enough flour cause I sort of lost count.The recipe called for 9 cups! And in my defense, I was homeschooled for about 8 years of my life.
Sneakin a peek when it was rising for 2 hours
If I can fit everything I used in one bowl, I'm satisfied.
I discovered I LOVE painting with butter. In fact, I'm really good at it.
All rolled up and ready to go
I think Martha Stewart would be proud.
A pile of bread makes my heart do blackflips
Did mine look exactly like the blog's picture? Nope. But, I also skipped a step and didn't freeze the rolls and let them thaw for 5 hours to double their size. So...yeah.I think they would have been a bit softer if I had been patient. However, they accomplished their goal of supplying me with bread. Can life get any better than that?
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