Apparently, two of the top recipes searched for on Pinterest are “lasagna” and “cheesecake”, this leads me to believe that one of two things are true:
1. Only Garfield and Rose Nyland are using Pinterest, and at staggering intervals. (clearly, Sophia, Blanche, and Dorothy aren’t using Pinterest.)
2. People like cheese a whole lot.
More than likely it’s #2. I thought about using a cream cheese frosting for today’s recipe for this reason, but I’ve done that, and I try to keep my lameness repeats to a minimum.
I’m all for cheesecake, though. It is all but certain that the webmistress , BroadwayBaby , the GraveRobber, my MakeUpArtist, and my Gaysian and I will all be living together in a Golden Girls style commune when our children are grown and we tire of our husbands.
It’s really up in the air as far as who gets to be the one to sleep around. I’m obviously Dorothy, and BroadwayBaby is obviously Rose, but we’re going to have to have some sort of strip-off, dance-off for who gets to be Blanche. I think the WebMistress may win purely because she has the biggest boobs. It’s a dirty trick, but true.(she could knock us out with one and run after the men) Either way, there will be cheesecake.
I’m the first to admit, I’m not one blessed with “animal magnetism”. Sexy isn’t my thing. Snarky is. I think the last time I tried to flirt by running my hands through my hair, my ring got stuck. Lingerie makes me laugh uncontrollably (seriously, crotchless panties? what’s the point?). My “come hither” look involves holding up a plate of cookies in front of my face. Luckily, I found someone who doesn’t mind that I’m a hot mess, and mostly cares that I’m nerdy about the same things, can cook food, and, well… I think that’s about it. BUT I CAN DEFINITELY COOK, and running marathons and eating cookies gives me…uh…stamina. I can cook all night long.
Or bake. Either way, the kitchen’s hot.
I love bread. I think that’s apparent. I also love sweets. I don’t love hot cross buns because I feel as though the pittance of frosting allotted to each is a dirty tease. Rich, eggy yeast buns should at least get butter, or SOMETHING.
So I turned the idea of a hot cross bun on its head and made hot cross cinnamon buns.
I am calling them X buns, though. Eating a cross still creeps me out. But for the sake of the blog??
Dotted with chopped apricot and raisins, the dough a rich combination of zests and spices in a buttery, eggy dough, all topped off with a delicious maple frosting, half of which is poured on while the rolls are still hot, soaking them to the core.