Cooking Kids

Oh, what a day! Today was my monthly stock up day. That means the kids and I hit two bent and dent stores to stock up on dry goods for dirt cheap, hit the regular store for a few things we can’t get elsewhere, and then hop on over to Aldi’s for the rest of our shopping. If you aren’t familiar with Aldi’s - and I wasn’t until we moved to Missouri -  you bag your own groceries. Now there is a reason I never applied as a bagger when I was young; I stink at bagging groceries and keeping the eggs and bread in one edible piece.

On the way out the door, the bread falls off the top of the bag where I’d so carefully placed it to keep it from getting squashed. For some reason my husband has this idea that your bread shouldn’t resemble a squished piece of foam when you make a sandwich, so I work hard to keep the bread in bread form. Well it falls and takes down the can of cinnamon rolls in the process. We hear a “Splat!” and then a “Boom!” as the cinnamon roll can pops its lid. Luckily none of the roll had touched the ground. I pick up the can and look back at the loooonnnngggg line we just left and tell the kids we’ll just make the rolls when we get home. Cinnamon rolls are our Sunday morning treat, usually.

One thing I didn’t know was that the longer the can stayed open, the more the cinnamon dough oozed out the top. By the time we got home, two of the rolls had completely unraveled and were hanging out of the can like two dead worms covered in cinnamon goop. I knew making the rolls was a lost cause. But not one to waste money on food, I pulled the strings of gooey dough out of the can and proceeded to make cinnamon twists. They turned out pretty good, actually. There was one roll left intact at the bottom of the can, so we got 4 twists and 1 roll from our cinnamon roll explosion. The best part was the giggling and squeals that came from the back seat as the cinnamon ‘rolls’ continued to crawl out of the can. Next time, the rolls are going on the bottom of the bag!

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