Halloween was pretty low key this year. I had just got my house back and wanted nothing more than to spend time in it, cleaning up balls of cat hair, unpacking my stuff and hanging out with my newly mellow kitty. It seems that being forced to live in half of a tiny house with 3 grown cats for an entire month forced her psychosis into submission. For now.
While Halloween night was kind of lame, the rest of the weekend was awesome! There was a party at Golden Lentils and I needed to bring snacks. I decided that nearly a year after marking it into my notebook as “to make”, I would bake up a double batch of pumpkin cinnamon rolls. The recipe comes from Katie of Don’t Eat Off The Sidewalk. They take a while, what with all the rising and punching and whatnot, but they are totally worth it. Plus, there’s nothing better to relieve stress than violent balled-fist kneading of dough. Especially a double batch, which gives you a big enough dough ball to really beat the crap out of. After all the punching and rolling and slicing and rising, you witness glory.
That right there is a whole lotta’ bun! These pumpkin laced treats filled a horrible gap in my 2008 seasonal culinary experience. I missed Thanksgiving. It did not exist in my world in 2008. I was in Portland when Canadian Thanksgiving dropped, and I didn’t stay long enough to try out their weird November version. The smell of baked goods and a hint of pumpkin helped me feel all holiday like, enough to keep me going until Christmas cooking starts up.
I glazed these suckers up too, but the darkness in my evening, Northern Canadian kitchen would not allow me to capture an acceptable photograph.
The rolls made it to the gender bender party and were enjoyed by people with very realistic, painted on, drunken hobo clown beards, people dressed up as “cereal” killers who actually look like they are probably capable of murdering you in your sleep, and people with their own hair glued to their face