My grandmothers were both great cooks – visiting them in the summers guaranteed good eats. You’ve heard about Grandma Norie’s barbeque? Well, my dad’s mom made a wicked cinnamon roll. ‘Coffee Cake Rolls’ is their official name, but they’re really just a fantastic cinnamon roll.
The key is time and love. Love takes the form of muscle power in this recipe. My sister, Keren, made a batch when we were in Colorado, and they were fabulous. Here’s the recipe in photo form – I’m too lazy to transcribe it:
I love that she made notes all over this. Apparently this was combined from several versions of the recipe – Grandmother told it/wrote it down differently each time.
Do you see that part at the end of the second paragraph? You stir this batter-like substance for upwards of seven minutes to get the right gluten-y consistency. Sure, you could assign your Kitchen-Aid this task, but Kitchen-Aids don’t add no love, people.
Here’s the second part:
Note: If you’re making these in my mom’s high-altitude oven, you’ll need to add another 5-7 minutes on the time.
I spent part of the weekend trying to put the photos of Keren’s Labor of Love in a movie. The photos aren’t out of order – she made two batches.
Thanks, Keren! Your love was delicious!