This last week I have tried to make cinnamon rolls three times. THREE. Twice during the weekend when I had plenty of time to let the dough rise and knead it properly and be patient. Another time, straight after work, no dinner, diving into kneading and impatiently waiting for it to double in size.
I was so full of hope! They looked so promising all swirled up and sweet!
Because I’m a real person, sometimes I make things and I think they taste good and others don’t agree. And then I say ‘no, it’s fine! I know you’re really full/haven’t got much of a sweet tooth, don’t worry!’ and then I clear the plates away and go back to my kitchen and make a sad face while I look at my cheesecake that I thought everyone would love.