My weekend of "adventures in baking" took an unexpected twist this morning. It started fine and my cinnamon rolls were looking fabulous. (Just so there's no confusion this time.....this is of them raw/un-cooked)
I popped them in the oven and set the timer. Thirteen minutes later I took them out and they looked just about the same. I stuck my arm in the oven and it sure didn't feel like 425 degrees. The bottom element in my oven has died. Please........don't let 2 more appliances crap out!!
But on a positive note, I think I've got the hang of rolling them. I guess I wasted my time running around after work yesterday scouring stores for cornmeal. No cornbread tomorrow :( I don't think I was meant to be a baker.
We got another butt-load of snow today. I ventured out to shovel and after about 15 minutes a random man in a black truck with a plow on the front stopped and took 2 quick swipes across the front of my driveway. Then he waved and drove away. WOW - random act of kindness eh! I took him 2 minutes and probably saved me over an hour of shovelling. So, to the mystery man - THANK YOU