About 9pm last night I got this hankering for a cinnamon roll. The Americans infected me with the cinnamon bug and last night I really wanted one of these pastry-cinnamon-swirls of goodness.
So I tuned in to Radio nan Gaidheal (Gaelic radio is what we do in my kitchen) and I baked me some. And I took pictures. This is what happens when I don’t have adult/flatmate supervision.
So here’s the dough, all kneaded and ready to be rolled.
After I rolled it out I spread the brown sugar, margarine and cinnamon filling over it. Rolling it out was a little tricky because, even though I had let it rest for the prescribed 10 minutes, the yeast made it super springy.
The recipe then said to leave them to rise for 30 minutes. I was quite sceptical about whether or not anything would actually happen but they really did rise (as much as they could in the dish I had squished them into).
Oh, and a little advice: get that dish in the sink quick! I had only left mine for five minutes but the sugar had already gone all crusty and boy was it fun to scrape off!