If I can't have six-pack abs, no one can!
We recently installed a pull-up bar in our living room doorway because that is just the sort of awful people we are. I've set my sights on the ability to do one pull-up by the end of the month. For someone who used to get excruciating backaches because my upper body was once too weak TO HOLD MY UPPER BODY UP, it's a big deal.
Actually, the pull-up bar was a gift from my roommate's lovely girlfriend, who knows us so well that she bought Ben a pull-up bar but gave me a pink apron covered in cupcakes instead. And oh boy, have I been putting that apron to good use.
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Did you have plans for tonight? The hell you did. Make some new plans that involve covering yourself and your entire kitchen in melted butter while baking these and you will not be sorry at all:
SWEET FANCY MOSES
I made seven pans of cinnamon rolls and then rambled around Seattle on a rainy evening last week, going through my phone's contact list as I passed through each neighborhood and showing up on the doorstep of anyone who'd answer their phone. While I was out I left this on the table for my roommate at home, which pretty much sums up how I feel about these cinnamon rolls:
It was a fine time, although it took about eight hours from the time I turned on the stove until the time I got home from dropping off the last batch of rolls, and oh god, melted butter everywhere. I can't say as this is likely to be a regular thing, but I do occasionally go a little nuts with the baked goods when I'm in a mood and need a way to get rid of them, and so if you would like to be on the Rosie Dee Bakery for Melancholy Souls delivery route in the greater Seattle metropolitan area, you pretty much just need to make sure I have your phone number and answer your phone when I call you at random with emergency baked goods, that is all.