For those of you who know me well, you know that I am a barista. I make coffee for those in need out of the goodness of my heart and a desire to spread joy throughout the world. But for those of you who know me really well, you know that there are downsides to my job.
One of these downsides is that my job is very messy. Its cluttered, its fast paced, and just when you think you got yourself caught up, you spill a five gallon batch of coffee all over the floor and flood the place.
For those of you who don't know me at all but have seen me, You know I have a butt that goes for miles. It has its own gravitational pull and actually does things all on its own without ever asking for my consent. It's constantly causing me problems and getting me into sticky situations.
Today, I was walking in the back and someone had left an open jug of white chocolate on one of the shelves, barely covered with a thin piece of saran wrap. I, literally thirty seconds before I was about to clock out, walked passed this container, and felt a brush up against my bottom. I heard a splatter sound, and knew that my butt had gotten me into trouble yet again. I turned to look and the whole white chocolate can was sideways, its contents dripping thickly, all over the shelf, everything that was on the shelf, and the floor.
So, you have to understand, that in the normal world, this makes no logical sense whatsoever, because the white chocolate was near my feet, and my bottom was much higher than that. (For now) So my only conclusion is that my bottom has magical gravitational powers. Like Harry Potter. Kinda. Anyway, to make matters worse, I had to clock off that second in order to not go over on my hours, and then sit on the floor in the back wiping up this white, mucas like substance and not even get paid for it! It was sad. To make matters even worse- as if that were possible!- I observed where I would sit in order to avoid getting the substance all over me, found a dry spot, and then sat and cleaned. But when I got up from my spot, somehow, I had white chocolate all over my pants on my butt and left thigh, which was literally making my pants stick to my skin in a crumply sort of fashion, making it look and feel like a camel had licked me.
This story has a point. I promise.
And here it is.
In honor of this wonderful experience, I decided to commemorate the occasion of the discovery of my bottom's magical powers, and make a post on sticky buns.
Get it? :P
Here it is, from Betty Crockers Christmas Cookbook. Enjoy.
1/2 | cup packed brown sugar |
1/2 | cup heavy whipping cream |
1/4 | cup chopped pecans |
2 | tablespoons granulated sugar |
1 | teaspoon ground cinnamon |
1 | can (11 oz) refrigerated soft breadsticks |
- Heat oven to 350°F. In ungreased 8-inch round pan, mix brown sugar and whipping cream. Sprinkle with pecans.
- In small bowl, mix granulated sugar and cinnamon. Unroll breadstick dough, but do not separate into breadsticks. Sprinkle cinnamon-sugar mixture over dough. Roll up dough from short end; separate at perforations. Place coiled dough in pan.
- Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown. Cool 1 minute. Place heatproof serving plate upside down onto pan; turn plate and pan over. Let pan remain 1 minute so caramel can drizzle over rolls.