I think I have started a new tradition.
You see, I love being home on Friday nights. Thursday night is for dinner with friends (and perhaps The Office and 30 Rock). Saturday night is for dates with my dashing young man. Friday nights though? I love to be home. I love to be home and to be reading and baking. Somewhere in time I forgot those three things, but last night, as Jonathan chilled out to a movie I decided to bake cinnamon rolls. Plus, I had a murder mystery to read while the dough rose: One for the Money by Janet Evanovich.
Flour, sugar, eggs, yeast, milk.
It rose for an hour while I read about Stephanie Plum solving murders in New Jersey
Gooey. Cinnamony. Warm. Delicious.
Enjoyed this morning with our new french press coffee maker...Perfect!
I actually baked them yesterday and we had one each…okay, I had two…for a snack before bed. This morning I reheated them in the oven to enjoy with our coffee.
This process reminded me that I love ritual and traditions. I love to bake on Friday nights, and read and hang out. I also love something homemade and delicious to enjoy on Saturday morning, whether that be cinnamon rolls or pancakes. Saturday morning is a time to enjoy and let the weekend unfurl before you.
Because before you know it you have to be cleaning out the nursery, a.k.a. the storage closet. Alas. Too bad Saturday mornings can’t last all day.
I leave you with the Holy Basil that is blooming in the garden:
Ocimum tenuiflorum
um, can I please have the recipe! those looked AMAZING!!
Mom would love the recipe too! I loved being able to see your garden! Looks great!~