Cinnamon Roll Trials

So, today Myra asked me if I had a recipe for cinnamon rolls. I don't have one with me so I told her I would look one up online. Then I thought I better try it out because I didn't' want to give her one that was no good. Better yet, I ought to make a double batch to have plenty to share with the workers. That was earlier today. It's 11:00pm now and I think I could live my whole life and never make cinnamon rolls again and be perfectly happy. I had forgotten what mixing up ten cups of flour yeast dough by hand does to a person's mental state. Then according to the recipe, I made a valiant attempt to knead it for ten minutes. Ten minutes is VERY long when one's wrist is already sore. I think I made it to about 8 and a half and decided surely that was long enough. The next part was my favorite...'Let dough rest for 10 minutes.' Aaaaah! My joy was short lived. There in the microwave sat the butter I had carefully melted. The butter that would give my cinnamon rolls their fabulous taste and texture. In the microwave. Still in the microwave, not resting within the dough, becoming one with other ingredients. Briefly, I thought about allowing the dough to become one with the leftover humus in the garbage can. I decided to just use the melted butter for brushing on the dough before sprinkling it with the cinnamon sugar. Here I ran into another problem. I had enough ground cinnamon for less than one batch, never mind two. I tried to split it somewhat evenly, about half what the recipe called for. Then came the rolling up and slicing into chunks with a piece of dental floss. Now, that is handy trick that I had not tried before. (Maybe there is my silver lining?) So much for testing it out to let Myra see, this is what you get when you follow this recipe exactly. Instead I will have to say, this is what you get when you make the recipe a general guideline. Of course, they may be so awful no one will want to have them again. I do doubt that since anything with that much butter, whether in the right place or not, and sugar can't possibly linger around long enough to become stale. Thankfully my family isn't so picky and can devour just about anything I do manage to bake. I will get up early and set out the rolls to warm to room temp and then bake them. I'm afraid they will be dry since the dough itself is definitely low fat, actually no-fat. Maybe if I make some drizzly powdered sugar glaze, that will cover my multitude of mistakes.
I should finish washing the 9,000 dirty dishes that are stacked and piled on every flat surface in my make-shift kitchen. How can one project make SO much mess? I did wash about half of them, but I think the rest can wait until tomorrow. After all the cockroaches need to eat too and I am sure they are looking forward to a midnight snack. If the rolls come out nice, I will take a picture. I feel the need to document this event as mentioned earlier, it may be a once in a lifetime one.