I found this recipe in some magazine. I'm sure it's not
All in all my came out like this (drum roll please....)
You can stop laughing now.
Anyways, I left them on the counter with a note explaining that they were a disaster that couldn't be missed. What did my sweet husband do? He ate them. Well, one. And it looked like it was a struggle to swallow. Bless it.
I always end up sharing my cooking failures with my sister. Why? My sister is a great cook so when I screw up a recipe I tell her so she'll start rambling off her cooking
See her beautiful homemade dough?
We ended up getting like another 8 rolls out of that dough, too. The only thing I can say I accomplished was that the icing on the cinnamon rolls = yuuuuuuuuuuuuum.yum.
So a final comparison:
The moral of the story? If you ever ask me to bring food to any event, don't ask for cinnamon rolls.