Today I tried and failed, before I even really began, to make cinnamon rolls. I began making the dough feeling hopeful, but by the 4th or so cup of flour I called it bitterly quits. I may attempt to make them now that the girls are asleep, but I really feel a little downtrodden. That may be too extreme of a word to describe my cooking adventure I suppose.
No recipe will follow as I wouldn't wish this distress on anyone else.
I suppose it is good for me to fail now and again. That way my next success is even better.
It was like sticky soup. 😥😢😤😓
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