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Wednesday, December 26, 2012
I have successfully brainwashed my family into thinking Christmas equals cinnamon rolls. I'm a fat kid at heart, and I love baking cinnamon rolls. (I have no idea why I forgot to take a photograph of the finished product with icing.) This year I baked 15 pans of cinnamon rolls, and I still didn't have enough to share with everyone. It's blown up into a big deal. I ran out of time.