Cinnabon

Yesterday, The Girl and I invited my sister over for dinner. The deal was that I would prepare the eats. Look out! I decided to make potato croquettes with mixed greens salad and chicken (I cheated and bought an already roasted whole chicken from Loblaws ... I was short on time). The potatoes took much longer than I thought to prepare but the meal ended up being quite tasty. We were stuffed! My sister than reminds us that she brought four Cinnabon rolls for desert. My stomach yells out loud, "Get them, now!!" The girls are amazed that I take a whole one for myself. These behemoths are at least 6 inches in diameter. The cinnamon and icing are too much to resist but halfway through I realize this is a terrible mistake. Stop now and eat the rest later, I tell myself but I continue to feast. I finish the whole bun and immediately think of ways to end my life. I feel disgusted. Was it worth it? Your damn right. This bun is sinfully delicious.