Cinnamon Rolls
My sister and I baked cinnamon rolls today, and I think I’ll just let the photos do all the talking… 
My sister did most of the work–mixing, rolling, filling, cutting… I did the manual labor–kneading. And she was distracted at the critical point of just-out-of-the-oven-ness for the icing, so I was designated the Icer of the Rolls.
Today’s kitchen adventure has inspired me to do some of my own yeasted bread baking, so I think I’ll be getting some yeast for myself the next time I’m at the supermarket. It’s becoming quite apparent that my sister and I have completely opposite preferences when it comes to the mouthfeel of various foods, so it’ll be good for me to make some breads of my own. She made what she called a foccacia earlier in the week, but really it was a foccacia-turned-chewy-bread-as-per-Crystal’s-likes. ;P Not airy and light with a nice crust. And then there are our divergences on the topics of frosting amounts, cookie textures, and so on.
So I’m going to be baking some breads in the near future. 
Finally, I figured I should balance out my day with something a bit more healthful, so after having probably one too many cinnamon rolls, I later made myself some sautéed onions with soba noodles for dinner. At least I found room for some veggies today, if it wasn’t anywhere near my normal level of vegetable consumption.
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LOOKS DELICIOUS!
Man, I so need to get a roommate who bakes. And. Likes wheaty things. And. Isn’t a musical theater major like the roommates I’ve had two years in a row.
I could go for some soba!
You’re more than welcome to come visit whenever you want! In fact, I’d love it if you did–I could have a buddy to check out the teahouse with instead of going alone!
And I think you’d be an awesome roommate.
Much better than the one I had briefly last year; while we never actually had any problems, we also hardly acknowledged each other’s existence, and I’d so rather share close living quarters with someone I can talk to than someone who is kind of…just there. 