My ideal Christmas morning begins like this: I sleep late and wake to the smell of fresh cinnamon buns baking in the oven. I crawl out of bed, slip into a warm robe and stroll downstairs to sip hot chocolate by the fire. Nibbling on a roll and chatting with my family, I bask in the glow of Christmas lights reflecting off presents piled high under the tree.
To help make that picture-perfect holiday happen, I volunteered this year to bake cinnamon buns for Christmas brunch. Since the only buns I've ever made are the ones that come in a pop-open...
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