The Elvis brunch was reschedule many times and ended up a last minute affair with three of us eating enough huevos rancheros for 8 and rooting for Elvis to find his way off the pineapple planation. Sophie had never seen an Elvis movie before so we needed to make sure we got in him before she jetsetted off live in her own new land of flowers & love. (She got some good ideas of what not to do while watching the wedding finale, but I reckon I could still sell her on a ukulele.)
Having it be a brunch was also an excuse to whip up mini samples of what I was pretty sure was going to be the last cinnamon roll incarnation. The idea was to marry together the soft dough from the first batch with the heavy spice in the dough from the Finnish attempt. They were a bit too dainty to be positive but I think we’re on to a winner. Will have to whip up a fresh batch (this dough was from the freezer) before I call off the hunt.