Alliance Bakery

November last year turned out to be really sweet, not like this one. Up to the last numbers the bright sun was shining, it was warm enough – in one word it was golden autumn. So, walking in the park one day, I really wanted cinnamon rolls. I didn’t care what they were, I just wanted cinnamon baked goods. Believe it or not, I went around several stores, a few more mini-bakeries, but I could not find anything with cinnamon anywhere. Out of desperation, I was ready to open a bag of cinnamon and eat it in one gulp just like that.
Then I remembered that as a child, my mother gave me kefir with cinnamon for a headache. But, I didn’t want kefir, I wanted sweet buns. Then, in despair, I bought an ordinary ice cream, let it melt, put a spoonful of cinnamon in it and in one gulp, greedily ate it. My husband was shocked … But I didn’t care. After knocking down Oski and realizing that no one except me would make me those cinnamon rolls as I wanted, I started baking sinabons.
This Easter, sitting in quarantine, I repeated my masterpiece, although then I could not choose – sinabons or sticky buns, so I baked two recipes at once. And a year later, I again wanted to meet the winter with the spicy scent of cinnamon.