I missed my mom today and everything about home. Doha is still in the triple digits with 76% humidity, so everything about our Utah home seems extra wonderful. As I stood outside the school today waiting for Abbey, my elbows began to drip with sweat - gross, huh! It was easy to start pining away for the crisp fall days full of juicy Utah peaches and crunchy apples at the fruit stands.
So to bring some of Utah to my kitchen, I broke out the Grandma Giggey bread recipe and baked this beautiful bread and these delectable cinnamon rolls. I had invited my visiting teaching ladies over for lunch so we could celebrate our birthday month (yes, we are all September babies), so we enjoyed an afternoon of pasta salad, warm bread, cucumber/cream cheese crackers, and cinnamon rolls. The villa smelled like home! Thanks, Mom, for teaching me how to make delicious bread and yummy, sticky cinnamon rolls that have those stretchy sugary, buttery strings when I take them off the pan. I still miss you and everything Utah, but eating away the homesickness is much more enjoyable than sweating it off!