I was trying to think what food I would like my son to be associated with on the internet and after some to-ing and fro-ing I settled on cinnamon buns. I think they match each other in cuteness and sweetness and I knew I would find it amusing watching him try to stretch his tinsy tiny mouth around an almightily sized bun.
Every Sunday morning at 6 am in my third year at uni I used to roll out a vegan version of these for my employer Modaks. I would have toiled together the mass of dough the Saturday avo beforehand and left it over night to prove. Ceaselessly they were the crowd favourite at the hippyesque café because they met two important requirements – no animal products and deliciousness.
Making them for my boy this time I decided to be kind and put in the dairy and eggs – we’ve just started letting him eat dairy again since his tummy has settled down and there isn’t really a substitute for the flavour of butter. His wee pudgy hands pushed at the rolling pin, mixed the filling and even drizzled the icing. He went back to childcare glorious, his cinna-trophy in hand declaring his prowess to the other children. It was a warming experience for both of us – and with Adam on hand there’s some beautiful photographic evidence of it, which I look forward to plastering on my walls at home.
Sadly this is my last blog post for the next wee while as I’m leaving the halls of F&P to complete my Masters in Chemistry. I will miss the food, the laughs and most importantly the people. I look forward to seeing the sumptuous posts my fellow bloggers will put forward this year and will hopefully be back in 2012. In the mean time I hope you, our readers, have a fantastic 2011 filled with all the best stuff – good food, loved ones and joy.
Ka kite ano