My father made cinnamon rolls without fail every Christmas, but he didn’t feel the need to restrict them to special events. I made the decision to render them myself when I became a father and observe in his footsteps. Thanks to the magic of quick bacteria, they can go into the pan right after I’ve whipped them up, and they start emitting their attractive, better-than-Cinnabon taste in the middle of our gift exchange. Ɓy tⱨe time we’ve opened offers, they’re ready to be glazȩd and wȩ sit down tσ eat them, as happy as Christɱas gnomes. Published on December 10, 2024

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