My brand spankin’ new husband is turning a whole year older tomorrow. To celebrate, we’ll have a hearty and lovingly prepared breakfast of gooey, mapely, cinnamon tantalization. I’m excited to make this recipe, but let’s be honest. I’m nervous. I mean, usually, I test the baking waters on safe occasions. Tuesday, Arbor Day, the cat’s birthday – you get the idea. So, making a Very Special Breakfast is a tad daunting. Especially because if I screw up, I’ll have to head out in the unnaturally cold Iowa morn to get some piping fresh donuts and hope they result in an equally awesome birthday.
I do not want to do that. Oh, I really do not want to do that.
Wish me luck!