Martha Stewart I am not
But during my frumpy domestic phase the last couple months, I tried my hand at baking.
I made home made cinnamon rolls
I followed the recipe closely.
I did not flinch when I realized it would take 3 hours to complete and I started them at 9pm at night.
I plodded on.
I had already bought all the ingredients, except for vanilla, because everyone has a bottle of vanilla.
Does that crap even expire?
So after making the dough (1.5 hours), I figured out I didn’t have a rolling pin.
Did I ever own a rolling pin?
Chugging back the last of my six pack of Mike Hard Lemonade Lite (classy I know); I was ready to break out the hard stuff and call it a night.
But whoa Nelly, Martha Stewart I am not but clever I am.
That empty mikes bottle worked just fine thank you very much.
Feeling proud of myself, I went on to the other steps, popped them in the oven and proceeded to make the frosting.
I ransacked the kitchen looking for the old bottle of vanilla and finally found it in the back on its side CEMENTED to the shelf.
I am not kidding.
I need a ¼ teaspoon or this crap is going to fail.
I took a butter knife and banging it with my Mikes bottle, success.
The rolls were a complete success.
But I did wake up with a hangover; I am blaming it on the cinnamon