The whisk is our magic wand, the kitchen aid our enchanted cauldron, our cinnamon sugar shaker a veritable vile of pixie dust - we bakers have greater charms about us than we often realize.
One spring Saturday I climbed out from under my covers before the hour of 6am and baked cinnamon rolls. A friend was coming over for breakfast and I wanted to eat these warm, cream cheese-covered rolls at a decent hour. No one would have been more surprised than myself to hear that in just two and a half years I would be marrying that friend. But I did, and as my now-husband likes to tell the story, cinnamon rolls had an awful lot to do with that.
As he recalls, the day I walked in with a tray of tea and steaming cinnamon buns was the day he thought, "maybe."
Maybes are powerful little things.
I would not return the "maybe" until six months later, but eventually I did, and we have been eating cinnamon rolls together ever since.
Of course, I cannot guarantee that these cinnamon rolls are a tried and true love potion, but they are powerfully wonderful. They might help you find your soul mate. They could definitely help you find a new friend. They will always make you smile. On the hardest of days, of the darkest of hours, there is always comfort to be found in revisiting a classic.
These particular cinnamon rolls were one of the very first recipes I developed for this site and they are undoubtably the thing I have remade the most.
Even now, with several years gone by, I see a glimmer of fresh infatuation appear in Mr. Pedantic's eyes every time I make a batch.
There's a lot of rosé slushies and foie gras to be had in this saturated, food-obsessed world of ours, but let's not forget who we are. We are bakers, through and through, and we all know our favorite patrons are the ones we love most.