Yesterday I was supposed to post about my experience of making The Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls as a part of my challenge to cook through her book, The Pioneer Woman Cooks.  I didn’t post it.  I didn’t post about my experience because it hasn’t happened yet.

For one reason, I forgot.  I had given an extra long due date last time, and time just got away from me.

Secondly, I’ve been really, really busy.  Which, ironically, was why I gave extra time to complete the assignment.  But apparently it was still not enough time.

Thirdly, I had planned to make them for this crew…

… for breakfast the morning after they stayed for a slumber party to celebrate Dirty Harry’s tenth birthday.  But I didn’t take into account that this crew would keep me pretty active taking them to a minor league baseball game, out for pizza, and awake until almost 3am for fear that they were going to throw one another over the bannister of my loft.  Homemade cinnamon rolls were not in my arsenal after a mere four hours of sleep. 

Fourthly, and most significantly, I’m afraid of rolling pins.  And cinnamon rolls require the use of a rolling pin.  However, I have enrolled in a rollingpinaphobia support group and am on my way to a healthy recovery.  Hopefully, I can post about my rolls later this week or early next week, and we can then all get on with our lives and the next butter-drenched recipe.

Thank you for your prayers and patience and understanding.  Rollingpinaphobia is a delicate and serious disorder.