One late afternoon about two months ago I was cooking a roast chicken.
There were potatoes and carrots from our garden, and also a cauliflower bake with one o our giant homegrown cauliflowers.
I suddenly began to smell the very strong scent of something burning.
Not green waste or a bush fire.
I scooted quickly from room to room trying to sniff out what was on fire.
I stuck my head out the front and back doors to see if maybe it was stronger outside and not coming from my house.
But it was.
I eventually realized that my oven had given up.
And my roast had not quite even half cooked.
I was crushed. I love baking and find that now I work, roasted or baked meals are a lot easier than stove prepared.
After two long months of waiting (the electrician finding the time, waiting on the new part to arrive, the wrong part being sent, the correct new part arriving, the electrician finding the time), I finally have an operational oven!
I had a recipe (<-- click to make yours) stashed away to try out and this weekend was the time.
Enter Cinnamon Rolls!
I can manage cakes and biscuits, but bread thingys I seem to muck up.
Oh my goodness, they were sooo light and fluffy..
And drizzled in maple glaze..
Devoured while still hot, oh my!
I ate 3 straight away, eek!
I am a bit proud of myself for not accidentally making play dough or the likes.