It’s Wednesday. Ughhh. Sometimes Wednesday’s are hard. You know, not the beginning of the week, not quite the end…just smack in the middle. Uff. If you’re sitting in an office or at home with the kiddies or maybe you’re driving down the road ( hopefully not reading this…geesh, pay attention) I would like to invite you to visualize Sunday with me.
Ah, sweet Sunday. It’s coming my friend.
Sunday mornings are one of my very favorite things on the planet.
Sunday mornings and coffee.
Because Sunday mornings involve pots and pots of coffee, sipped slowly out of my favorite mug with my feet up and nowhere to be. So I guess coffee is what really puts Sunday mornings up and over the top for me.
Cups and cups of coffee.
And these caramel rolls.
Coffee, caramel rolls, Sunday morning…the best…
…add this guy milling around the kitchen in his sexy cowboy flannel jammies and that’s it…I’m done.
Pretty sure my heaven is a big ‘ol pile of Sundays.
Anyway, I am sure most of you have your Sunday morning rituals that are pretty damn fantastically relaxing and cuddly and cozy and full of caffeinated beverages. But just in case you want to send it on over into the simple, heavenly, gooey, caramelicious, sugary, sweet category, Cowboy would like to share this recipe. A recipe his momma makes at every family gathering where there are mornings involved.
And I’ll tell you, a house full of relatives in the AM while the coffee is still brewing might have you shaking in your slippers, but you no longer have to worry in situations like this, because before you even pull these out of the oven, the aroma alone rouses the most bear-like guest out of hibernation…
…on occasion, there has even been applause.
Those reaction may have been solely mine, but still.
So without further adieu, I present you a glimpse into our Sunday mornings and these perfectly effortless caramel rolls.
P.S.: In case you were worried, there will be no photos displayed of me in the glory of the morning sunrise. The world (and the Schwann’s man) is in no way ready…
Cowboy Cooks His Mamma’s Heavenly Caramel Rolls:
Three simple ingredients: (I know, I know…only three ingredients!!! Wow, Cowboy’s gone soft. But I must remind you, this is a day of rest…)
- Package of frozen pre-made cinnamon rolls (6 rolls make one 8X11 pan. 8 rolls make one 9X13 pan)
Go ahead and save that little packet of cream cheese frosting for your toaster strudel. What you are about to create will not hold a candle.
- 1 cup heavy whipping cream (or you can use half and half if you are thinking a little skinnier. But as Cowboy would like to remind you “Heavy is better…same goes with every recipe”)
- 1 cup brown sugar (and if your wife forgot to seal the brown sugar last time she had oatmeal…which was like three years ago, if she remembers correctly…your sugar might be a bit lumpy. But don’t get mad at her. Be proud that she’s eating oatmeal and don’t worry, cause the lumps will cook themselves on out of there.)
Regarding the measurement of cream and brown sugar, Cowboy has somethin’ to say: “The important part is that it goes on in equal parts. The amount depends on how gooey you want your rolls. If you want to use two cups of each be my guest you rebel, but I have never had a complaint at one cup each.”
Just like Cowboy to be so darn flexible.
Now let’s get going:
Step 1: Think about breakfast the night before. Take your frozen cinnamon rolls out and place in a greased 9X13 or 8X11 pan.
Put the pan in the oven overnight so they rise while you dream of Matthew McConaughey, or, you know, saving the world. (But for goodness sake, don’t turn the oven on! That’s not the kind of warm Sunday morning we are going for here…)
Step 2: Wake up, wipe out the eye crusties and before you go any further, for cryin’ out loud, get your coffee brewing. Pour yourself a cup of Joe in your favorite mug…
Perhaps your mug dons a snarky comment. Whatever. Your mug, your intentions. And I will NOT say it’s a fine morning sir. I don’t know how parallel the two run…
Then if you are, you know, going to a later Church service, go ahead and splash a generous amount of the sweet stuff in there…
But if you are going to Church during it’s regularly scheduled programming, I don’t think Jesus will mind if you treat yourself to a little splash. I mean, he was the guy who turned water into wine…
…I’m just sayin’…
Ok, that’s better. Now open the oven and declare “Martha Stewart they’ve risen!”
Take the rolls out and pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees
Step 3: A little trick to make your life easier when you are ready to dig in. Loosen the edges of the rolls with a spatula so the caramel runs down the sides of the pan and the rolls don’t stick. You will be glad you did.
Step 4: Pour brown sugar and cream in a medium sized mixing bowl and whisk together until they are nice and blended.
Cowboy would like to remind you that this is heavy whipping cream, so if you overachieve and mix it too long you will have yourself some whipped cream, and that kind of vigor is just crazy…especially in the hours before the sun comes up.
Now pour the concoction (that has no hope of not being delicious) over the rolls.
Step 5: Put the pan in the oven and check in 20 minutes (if you can wait that long)
Here is where Cowboy gets to use the random Christmas present I purchased for him in a moment of weakness. I mean, with all of this new cooking technology at our fingertips (i.e. our 1955 oven and the first microwave ever invented) he was dying for a kitchen timer magnet.
Best. Present. Ever.
While you wait, have an orange or something. You know, to balance out the damage you are about to do when you eat the entire pan of these rolls…
…trust me, if you don’t grab these rolls out of the oven and immediately retreat with your fork into the nearest room with a lock, you will at least be tempted.
But whatever you do, definitely have more coffee…
Step 6: Ok, once the rolls are a nice golden brown color, take them out of the oven.
Grab another pan or put some tinfoil on the counter, because now you’re going to flip them over to let them out of their pan and present them to the crowd of drooling relatives that have most likely gathered in your kitchen by now.
Good flip. Now scrape the remaining caramel from the pan onto the rolls….
…pause for the applause and whistles….
..bow if you wanna…
…I know you wanna…
And say something like “Oh, this was nothing really. Effortless…wow, no need to throw roses…geesh…I just love you all. So. Much.” (wipe a tear)
Then stand back and watch them disappear.
Or, if you’re in our house, stand back and watch your wife find a few dozen reasons to walk by the pan throughout the day and take a bite or two along the way. It’s a Sunday miracle how fast a pan of caramel rolls disappears in a household of two.
Here’s to a heavenly Sunday….
…on a Wednesday…