Walt and I house-sat for his parents this weekend while they went away for a wedding. House-sitting at Fair Oaks Manor includes 5 crazed dogs, so Walt's brother Hunter and his girlfriend drove up from Athens to assist, thank god. Turns out we needed all the help we could get. So with burgers on the grill and much-needed cocktails in hand (and no parents in sight), we set out to party away the weekend in true Thompson fashion.
On Saturday evening we were to attend a cocktail party for their soon-to-be-married cousin Courtney. Pre-gaming started early with a round of margaritas. While we sipped our frozen concoctions around the kitchen island, I began working on a batch of "Mother's Day" cinnamon rolls. (Yes, I drink and bake. Call it multi-tasking at it's finest.)
The plan was to eat these on Sunday morning; however, they looked so tasty once rolled and cut that I decided they'd make a pretty good pre-party appetizer. I put 3 slices in a small pan (Hunter meanwhile gathered the remaining dough into a ball, smothered it with white chocolate chips, and tossed it into the lot) and waited patiently until done. At about 7:25 PM -- 10 minutes after we should have left the house -- out came the little balls of heaven. I slathered them with a little glaze and we promptly gobbled them up. Who knew how well cinnamon rolls went with tequila?
The next morning, veeeerrry groggy from last night's festivities, I dutifully drug myself out of bed at 7 AM to pull the rolls from the fridge to rise. Two hours later (oops), I awoke from a catnap with a very rumbly -- and hung-over -- tummy. Must. Eat. Cinnamon rolls. I stumbled back upstairs and into the oven the dough went. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
And oh my goodness, were these guys ever worth the wait. Although not the Pillsbury rolls from my past (I'm not gonna lie -- I love those things), they were doughy, soft, and delicious. And with the glaze? Don't mind if I have another. Go make these for your mom, ASAP!
ON A SIDE NOTE: Mom, thanks for always being supportive of my crazy shenanigans. I appreciate it (and you) more than you will ever know.
Xoxoxox, Daughter Number 3