I lied yesterday when I said the ‘food, food, food‘ installment was the next to last Pioneer Woman weekend recap post. The next to last installement is, in fact, today’s. Yes, I like taking my walks down memory lane at a deathly slow pace.
It was our last morning at the ranch. We took a couple group shots.
It had all gone so quickly! I wandered around the Lodge visiting with the kitties one last time and breathing in the clear air, the glorious sunrise, and the country silence.
We made coffee, and Ree swung by to make us cinnamon rolls before the limo showed up to carry us far, far away from the land of Oklahoma.
That sticky dough was meant to be eaten in all its forms, raw and cooked.
Ree sprinkled it with what probably amounted to 5 pounds of sugar.
That’s what I love about Ree. She’s not afraid of ingredients like butter, sugar, and heavy whipping cream. I want to be just like her when I grow up!
Then came the cinnamon, and then more sugar. Then she rolled it all up.
We all watched attentively, adoringly, knowing this was probably the last time Ree would ever personally attend to our appetites.
I couldn’t wait to dig my fork into one of these babies.
As soon as the rolls came out of the oven, Ree drizzled them with this amazing maple frosting. Then I started crying and blowing my nose. Ree, who is going to make me cinnamon rolls when I go home??
Then I remembered that my husband bakes cookies for us pretty much every week. I guess going home wasn’t going to be that bad.
In fact, I couldn’t wait to hop on that plane and snuggle the man of my dreams within an inch of his life.
Goodbye Ree and family!
Thankfully you have shared your cinnamon roll recipe with the world, so I like to think that we can maintain a small but important connection through the food we make. We have a pretty good system worked out–you post amazing recipes, and I make them. Please never stop.
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Love Ree and her site. So happy that you got to meet her and experience her family, Jenna! Happy New Year, dear friend. Look forward to many more wonderful personal stories and recipes from you. :)
Jenna, I would have had a hard time walking out of the Lodge at the end of that weekend. And I've met those rolls. They are heavenly.
Those do look good
You are so cute! I'm still jealous, but it was lovely to tag along on your weekend!
I just want to shovel in a pan of these, say my prayers, and hibernate til April. I'm pretty sure that would be the best way to get through winter.
Ohhh...I am salivating--and not because of the cinnamon rolls alone. Girlfriend has an AMAZING stash of pristine bakeware! It's...oh man. It's just beautiful.
And that last shot makes my heart melt, Jenna. PW and her men--it's just too cute for me this early in the morning!
I agree. Her bakeware is fabulous. She had at least 3 Le Creuset Dutch ovens in that kitchen alone (I'm sure she has more at her own house). And gorgeous white dishes . . .
That last shot is also a favorite of mine. The expression on her youngest boy's face is just . . . aaaah. Makes me want kids NOW. =)
Thank you for letting us tag along. It was wonderful to see.
ooooh pw's cinnamon rolls made by the pw herself? lucky, lucky girl! :)
I know . . . I'm starting to question if it even happened at all!
Oh! I totally misread that part of your blog yesterday anyway. I thought it was your "last." :) Glad to see the next chapter of your PW weekend, keep it coming haha.
This is epic. Her cinnamon rolls have to be the most famous things she makes and you got to witness her in all her glory while she made them AND got to eat them. That is just so cool!
how do you get your husband to bake cookies. rather, how do you get him in the kitchen at all? i must know the secret.
He bakes cookies at his own initiative--I don't even ask for them! It's the way God made him, I guess, and I thank Him for it, since I am the obvious beneficiary. =)
you are one lucky girl! my boyfriend doesn't even know where stuff is in the kitchen; he's always asking me where stuff is. i tell him that he needs to spend some time in and reacquaint himself with our kitchen.