Spouse is flying off to Spain tonight for 10 days. This seemed to inspire some nesting instinct, prompting me to make two dozen maple-glazed cinnamon buns. What the hell am I going to do with all of these?
Spouse has gone off to give four of them to a sick friend. My stepfather is staying over tonight after the Sox game so we can have some for breakfast before we head up to Vermont tomorrow. I think I'll freeze four or six and just bring the rest up to Vermont to make other people fat.
But boy do they look, and taste good!