Sin-namon

I am sure I need to repent for something after what we prepared and ate today.

A while ago, my Sister of Support gave me a box of Cinnamon Bun mix.

First thing Laura and I noticed was the box:

What caught our attention was the top resembled a cootie catcher. It was way too much fun, but when we tired of that, we finally dug in. We found out soon that this was no easy mix. It called for a dough hook. Who knew we had one with our mixer?  Once found, we mixed the dough, let it rise, sprinkled what to me was amazing amounts of cinnamon, rolled the dough, cut it, and let it rise some more.

Once baked and slightly cooled, the directions called for an icing and to add some cream cheese to it.

We iced the cinnamon buns.

I wanted a taste while it was still warm.

Pure heaven even though it has to be sinful.