A while ago, I met with someone from the DuSable Museum in Chicago, and I had a terrific cinnamon/sticky bun. It was, I think, from the Medici. Wherever it was from, it was terrific. And, I licked my fingers because the dignified person who offered it to me licked her own as she sighed on finishing hers. Yep, terrific. If this were a review of those buns, I would have to use a thesaurus to come up with enough adjectives, and not only because I was jungry. It was good.
But, dear reader -- as I hinted, this is not (only) about that lovely day. Instead, it is (as the title above indicates) about something that came in the mail. As usual: a book. As usual: a cookbook. As frequently the case,, from Andrews McMeel. What is the title of this mystery book? You guessed it: I Love Cinnamon Rolls! Authored by Judith Fertig, the cover made my mouth water. In fact, it made me think back to the aforementioned cinnamon roll. It made me think of the smell of the darn things cooking (which I have only occasionally smelled, but it has been memorable). I did not even have to open the book to know -- I will never use it, but I will always wish I had. I am just not a baker. But I love cinnamon rolls. Heck, I even love the smell in airports when I wander by one of those places that makes them way way way too sugary.
So: this book. It offers all sorts of options -- including a chapter on vegan cinnamon rolls and a chapter on gluten free cinnamon rolls. Ok, I admit it, I am not glute free nor am I vegan. But the former category tempts me to keep the book and try to make these some morning for my favorite gluten free diner. Hmmm. You never know.
All this, of course, is just an excuse to return to that moment at the DuSable. Even better than the cinnamon roll was my experience of 5 young men and women (ok, really boys and girls) who served as my docents taking me around the museum. They were truly impressive; and a reminder of what the point is. truly they were.