So Jordan has been begging me to make something nice for our friends for the holidays. We both grew up with friends and neighbors that we could always count on to bring over yummy treats, and we thought we should find our "thing" that we always give in gratitude for such wonderful friendship. I really haven't felt like it, but today it was either start my horribly long to-do list, or...make something nice for friends. It seemed like such a generous form of procrastination (I added it as something on my to-do list later so I could cross it off. Go me!). I decided to make cinnamon rolls because everyone likes them and my sister taught me how to make them and gave me a fantastic recipe and so it seemed like such a good idea. Then I found a picture on pinterest--I still don't know how I feel about pinterest, by the way. I think it's just another reason to feel bad about myself because I'm not that cool, but it does have a few gem ideas. Anyway, the picture was of heart-shaped cinnamon rolls and I thought, "What a precious idea and what a wonderful treat to become our Christmas thing!" So after making sure the baby was full and in a good mood, I went to work. It started out going really well, but then Scarlett got WAY cranky and I had dough all over my hands and she was screaming like I had betrayed her and the dough started rising before I could roll it out because I had to tend to her so many times and then the hearts kept coming unswirled and I forgot that I had spilled something in the oven the other day that I never cleaned up so the apartment smelled like burning death. Then they baked all funny and only some turned out and then I accidentally tipped over the salt onto one of the pans and didn't bother to find which ones were tainted so someone is in for a salty Christmas surprise. Needless to say, I don't think that heart-shaped cinnamon rolls are going to become our Christmas thing. I was going to make cute little cards, but seriously? Who am I trying to impress? I already have these peoples' friendship. They don't need pretty homemade cards to throw away. Besides, my kitchen is a mess, my baby now has insecure attachment issues and I still have to deliver my deformed gift of cheer. I am tempted to continue being only the recipient of Christmas goodies.

The lone semi-heart-looking cinnamon roll. I hope you are not too salty.