The family of one of my childhood friends owned a cinnamon roll shop when I was in high school. The rolls were fluffy, huge, and covered... no, smothered in icing. Warm, they were absolutely fabulous, and they were the sort of after school snack that was certain to put you in diabetic shock. I kid you not.
I love cinnamon rolls. What I don't love is the difficulty eating them. The modern American versions seem to be meals unto themselves--too large to pick up without the greatest of difficulty and so covered in icing that by the time you are finished eating one, you are so sticky that you need another shower. Using a knife and fork barely helps with that problem. But they are so... wonderful. They smell like heaven. Spicy and sweet, they transport you into a new realm of calm, gooey homemade goodness. When you eat one, the world stops for just a moment and you are back in your mother's kitchen, perched on a stool, taking a break before jumping back into the burdens of real life.
Enter Lotta Jansdotter's recipe for Cinnamon Buns.