So, last Friday, in preparation for the Breakfast Feed with the Varsity basketball players, I made a batch of homemade cinnamon rolls. My finest! They looked worth photographing.
I set the pans of delicious cinnamon rolls to cool on the kitchen counter. My husband and I went out for dinner.
When we returned, one pan was on the kitchen floor, licked clean.
The likely culprit, who didn’t even have the decency to look guilty, never had a stomachache or any of those unpleasant digestive issues that can go along with stealing an entire pan of cinnamon rolls.
What really burned me is that when I went to the store, early Saturday morning, I found cinnamon rolls in the bakery that were even better looking and tasting (and not very expensive!) than the ones I had made.
Why do I make life harder than it needs to be???