Texas Roadhouse Rolls with Cinnamon Honey Butter

So I'm not so sure if these taste like the real deal, but they are pretty darn good, if I do say so myself.


1 pkg. of active dry yeast
1/2 C warm water
2 C milk
1/2 C sugar
2 quarts flour
2 T melted butter (cooled)
2 whole eggs
2 t salt


Add yeast to warm water with 1 tsp of sugar.  Scald milk; cool to lukewarm.  To milk, add yeast, sugar, and enough flour to make a batter.  Beat and let stand until light and foamy.  Add melted butter, eggs, and salt.  Add enough flour to make a soft dough.  Place dough on a small amount of flour on counter and let rest for 5 or so minutes.  Grease a bowl.  Knead dough until smooth and satiny.  Place in greased bowl and let raise until doubled.  Punch down and shape into desired shape.  Let the dough raise again until doubled.  Bake for 10 minutes @ 375.  Reduce heat to 350 and bake for 10-15 minutes more.  Let cool.


Now the recipe says it makes 5 or 6 dozen.  YEAH RIGHT!  I can only get 3 dozen rolls out of it.  I usually double the recipe. 


Cinnamon Honey Butter
1/2 C Butter
1/2 C Powdered Sugar
1/2 C Honey
1 t Cinnamon


Mix and refrigerate.

(I will post a picture soon...)

I've Misplaced My Brain

I am the queen of kitchen mistakes.  Really, I am.  My whole family will attest to that.  There are so many things pertaining to cooking & the kitchen that I will never live down.  But I apparently don't care much.  Why else would I share my own mistakes?  Because I make myself laugh--that's why. 

Christmas Eve I made cookies for Santa.  And this is how I started things out.

I dumped brown sugar into my sugar container (instead of the mixing bowl) not once, but twice.  But that isn't the end of my confession.  I didn't even notice I had done it, until I went to put the sugar away.  And I was like, "Wait.  What's that?  How did that happen?  I don't remember doing that.  Must have been those damned elves!" ;)

After correcting my mistake (and mixing a little bit of brown sugar into the white--no one will ever know), the rest of the cookie making was error free.  And I even remembered to turn off the oven.  Not that it really matters.  David's afraid I'm going to burn the house down while everyone sleeps, so he takes extra precautions to make sure that doesn't happen.  He writes on the oven with crayon or erasable marker, "Turn Off Oven."  He leaves notes on the fridge & on my nightstand.  And he jumps out of bed at the sound of a click, 'cause he's positive any little click-like noise is the oven that's been left on.  Now that I've told you all this, you're all afraid for the lives of my family, too, huh?  Really...I've never burned a house down...I promise.