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Feb. 6th, 2009 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickSo I'm making sticky buns* and realizing once again how very much I hate making them.
*Nothing to do with gay porn. Not that sort of thing at all. Sticky buns are a pastry food item called "cinnamon rolls" by People-Who-Are-Not-My-People. They involve cinnamon, brown sugar, butter, and walnuts.
Now, I like making other sorts of pastry. I like pie. I like pie crust, eating and making and lording the quality of mine over other people. I have made puff pastry at home. Eclairs hold no mysteries for me. The only reason I haven't buckled down and started learning about croissants is that I don't honestly need to be eating the fruits of my labors. However, I do not like making sticky buns. Hell, I don't really like eating them, either. I'll have a few, but they are totally not a sneak another one when nobody is looking food item for me. I can be polite about sticky buns.
So, why am I fucking around making sticky buns which I don't particularly adore? Well, Bethie wants 'em. Rather a while back (time span measured in years), following the delivery of some food item or another to the horse people, Bethie asked if I could make "cinnamon rolls". After a brief discussion detailing exactly what the hell a "cinnamon roll" was, I allowed as how I could. She said that all the other stuff I made was totally very well and good but honestly, she'd really, really like some cinnamon rolls. *sigh* There's no accounting for taste. So, I told her that I would make her some, one of these days. (Bethie is not a horse people. She is Trysta's friend, Trysta being of the horse people. Bethie is there a lot, though, and so she's eaten a fair amount of my cooking over the ages. She also used to babysit for Josh and Karen back when they lived at Davidson Street, a tidbit that may help some readers place her.)
Along the way from when I promised to make sticky buns and now, Bethie has occasionally raised the issue of when, when, when. However, she's done it very politely and not very often. (She's a lot more patient than I am, or maybe she didn't figure I was serious on the sticky bun front.) It's way past time that I should make good on my offer of sticky buns, so I am.
*Nothing to do with gay porn. Not that sort of thing at all. Sticky buns are a pastry food item called "cinnamon rolls" by People-Who-Are-Not-My-People. They involve cinnamon, brown sugar, butter, and walnuts.
Now, I like making other sorts of pastry. I like pie. I like pie crust, eating and making and lording the quality of mine over other people. I have made puff pastry at home. Eclairs hold no mysteries for me. The only reason I haven't buckled down and started learning about croissants is that I don't honestly need to be eating the fruits of my labors. However, I do not like making sticky buns. Hell, I don't really like eating them, either. I'll have a few, but they are totally not a sneak another one when nobody is looking food item for me. I can be polite about sticky buns.
So, why am I fucking around making sticky buns which I don't particularly adore? Well, Bethie wants 'em. Rather a while back (time span measured in years), following the delivery of some food item or another to the horse people, Bethie asked if I could make "cinnamon rolls". After a brief discussion detailing exactly what the hell a "cinnamon roll" was, I allowed as how I could. She said that all the other stuff I made was totally very well and good but honestly, she'd really, really like some cinnamon rolls. *sigh* There's no accounting for taste. So, I told her that I would make her some, one of these days. (Bethie is not a horse people. She is Trysta's friend, Trysta being of the horse people. Bethie is there a lot, though, and so she's eaten a fair amount of my cooking over the ages. She also used to babysit for Josh and Karen back when they lived at Davidson Street, a tidbit that may help some readers place her.)
Along the way from when I promised to make sticky buns and now, Bethie has occasionally raised the issue of when, when, when. However, she's done it very politely and not very often. (She's a lot more patient than I am, or maybe she didn't figure I was serious on the sticky bun front.) It's way past time that I should make good on my offer of sticky buns, so I am.
