Place the rolls on a baking sheet or in several round pans. Let them rise till doubled, approximately.
Bake at 350* for 20 minutes, or until the tops are just turning golden. Don’t over bake, or they will be dry. Dry is very bad.
While they are in the oven, make your icing. While the rolls are still quite warm, spread the icing over them, letting the icing melt and drip into every yummy crevice.
- 1 cup milk, warm
- ½ cup sugar
- 1 TBS yeast
- 2 eggs
- ⅓ cup butter, melted
- 1 tsp salt
- 4 cups flour
- ⅓ cup butter
- 1 cup brown sugar
- 1½ TBS cinnamon
- Mix the warm milk, sugar and yeast together, let set 5 minutes.
- Add the eggs, butter, salt, and flour, mix well.
- Let it raise til doubled.
- Roll out, spread with butter, sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon.
- Roll tightly - slice 1 inch thick.
- Place into greased pans.
- Let it rise again till doubled.
- Bake at 350 for 20 minutes or till golden brown.
- Frost with Caramel Frosting:
- Melt ½ cup butter over medium heat.
- Add 1 cup brown sugar.
- Cook 2 minutes, stirring constantly.
- Add ¼ cup milk, stir till it boils.
- Remove from heat, cool.
- Add 2 cups powdered sugar, stir well.
Cream Cheese Frosting:
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup cream cheese
1/8 tsp salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 cups powdered sugar
Cream together well. This is the frosting I use for the cowboys – since they love it so much!
Then you sew a loose stitch all along the top of each strip of fabric. This is to gather it with.
Gather the top strip till it fits the bottom of the tank top. Sew it on. Don’t worry about finishing the edge of the tank – knit tops don’t fray out.
Now you gather the next strip, and sew it on the bottom of strip #1. I just laid it on top and sewed it on – allowing the seams to show. It isn’t perfect, but I like the look of the serged seam on the outside.
If you don’t have a serger – just sew right sides together like you normally would.
Front side of the seam.
Back side of the seam.
Once you have all the strips sewed together, you’re done!
It doesn’t seem like it has been a year since that day last September…
I had been on bedrest for a month for various pregnancy complications. It was a long month.
She came home on oxygen, thanks to our high altitude.
Whenever I drive past the airport in town, I think of this day last year. How scared I was. How miserable those meds made me feel. How it felt to be bundled onto a skinny strecher by a couple medical flight team members, then staring at their knees all the way to the airpost, squished in a tiny ambulance. I remember feeling the cold rain on my bare feet as I laid on the stretcher, waiting for the flight team to untangle my wires and tubes. “Keep her head under the door” they said. As if somehow that was gonna help. “Oh she’s had mag-sulfate, she’s hot” said another. (I’ll say how hot or cold I am, thank you very much!)
I remember lying in Denver, looking out the window at the night life, wondering what was going to happen to my kids while I was gone.
And I remember the sweet nurses who comforted me and reassured me that I would be ok, my kids would be ok, and my baby would be fine. You cannot underestimate the power of a good nurse to calm and reassure a patient. Remember that, all you sweet nurse friends of mine!
But God kept us all in His care through that time. I learned lessons in the Denver hospital that I could never have learnt at home. I am thnkful indeed, that God goes before us and has every detail of our lives in His control.