Made a batch of sticky buns the other day. Mom's recipe, except I cheated and let the bread machine make the dough. The top of the pellet stove makes a great place to let dough rise. The rest of the house is too cold.
Poor Mom, I don't know how she kept up. She would make a double batch, one pan with raisins and one without. Between all the kneading, rising and rolling, it seemed to us five kids that it took all day for those things to get done. We'd come into the kitchen, are they done yet? No, not yet. Ten minutes later, are they done yet? No, not yet. Then when they would finally come out of the oven, they'd have to cool for a bit. Talk about torture. When she would finally give the nod, they were gone in about five minutes, maybe ten.
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Oh, Annie, thanks to you, I have no shame. I just licked my computer screen. That picture of the Sticky Buns . . . T-O-R-T-U-R-E! I've been so good on my New Year's Resolution to drop some weight, but battling such cravings. Homemade Sticky Buns. ARRGH. (I think I may have just drooled.)
They look yummy! Now it's Mom's turn to gobble them up quickly.
I think it's called a labor of love;--P
I can smell them, do you have aroma-web or something???
Hugs to you and your Mom!
~Amanda (gr8aunt)
Yummy! I don't suppose you would share the recipe?? It could save our screens from further drool cleaning... ;P
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