There is an uncertainty to having just the 5 tablespoons of butter you needed but hadn't planned on, an eighth of a stick filched from the end of the unsuspecting, just to make your melted six, seven more tablespoons left to wonder what their fate looks like. Isn't pretty.
Because when breadmaking's in order, you're really in trouble, and I haven't even gotten started berating yeast yet. It knows what it's in for. Trust me, when buttermilk croissants are pretty much your first choice, though you've never made 'em. You go right to the rolls section on instinct, because vanilla pudding cinnamon rolls ARE going to make their way onto your table, their comfort is bidden, calming's in store.
An afterschool snack festivity galore, rolled and coiled in an ambitious attempt to set right order, returning all serenity to my kitchen, and future.
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