The scene: New Year’s weekend. I’m on a boat. (VERY relatable.) I want to make an apple pie, then have an idea to crumble up the pie and fold it into homemade ice cream (ALSO very relatable??). And then I’m, like no, no: it’s got to be a warm, buttery cinnamon roll, loaded with caramelly apples and topped with TONS of icing. This has happened to you, I know it.
This all came about because man, oh man, have I gotten into sweets lately: chocolate bars, cheapo maple crullers from Tasty Donuts in L.A., Rice Krispies treats—you name it. But if I’m not in some sort NEEDINMYMOUTHTHISSECOND time crunch, I looooooove a day of baking cinnamon rolls. The process is so soothing to me. Long but simple. The making of the dough, the rise, the rolling, the filling, the rising again, the icing. That right there sounds like a goddamn mantra! Sometimes I even do it over a period of a couple days (you can let the rolled buns sit in the fridge overnight, then do the second rise the next day), just to spread out the joy of making them.
It took me a couple times to perfect all the parts and how they go together, but in the process of getting the butter browned, the tart apples caramelized, and the icing to its boozy best, let’s just say even the f*ckups were DEVOURED. So, just imagine how good the final version of these puppies, which I give to you here, tastes.