Warning – nothing about this post complies with your diet, workout routine, or vow to avoid snacks over 10,000 calories. But none of those things matter to me, because I got married 5 months ago and my wedding dress no longer eyes me down like I’m a traitor every time I open the refrigerator door. Marriage is bliss.
Ever since I laid eyes on this cinnamon sugar pull-apart bread, I sensed the connection (blame Joy the baker). The bread spoke to me. It said – bake me. And like a bad girlfriend, I ignored the bread. But not for any health reasons of course (again, dress in box all tucked away). I’m just so dang busy. But this weekend’s goal – bake said bread, eat said bread, possibly share with husband.
(Naturally, Joy the baker provided exceptionally easy step-by-step and picture-by-picture instructions so as to keep us from thinking, “nah, that looks too difficult … I’m not much of a baker.” Seriously, this is easy. Blame Joy. It deflects calories.)