Remember my disheartening search for the perfect jeans? Those jeans that would shape and uplift my buns? Well, you'll be happy to know that this post has nothing to do with that! This is all about The Princess' Buns. No, you perverts--not those buns... These buns!
HRH decided she had to have freshly baked cinnamon buns last week. Since I've not been feeling well, I told her the only way she'd likely get her yummy little treat is if she made them herself. I thought that would be the end of it. Or at the most, I thought she'd nag The Mister to go to the store for frozen rolls she could just thaw and bake. Never did I imagine that she'd get a recipe and set to work in my kitchen.
I think I've got a baker on my hands. Now I've got to convince her to make some pumpkin bread with chocolate chips!