Necessity is the Mother of Invention. And OCD is the evil Step Mother of Invention. Last night I felt like I HAD to make bread. Then, while I was running, I felt like I HAD to make more cinnamon rolls because my family loved them. And I try to buy their love with food. So there I was, obsessing over what to do. I had already started the Challah dough. It was already rising. And I knew if I started cinnamon rolls when I got home I'd be up all night because they have to rise twice.
So. . .
Rather than choosing one or the other, I married them. I'm like Yente for baked goods. Right? Of course right.
I smothered each indicidual section of the Challa braid with butter, cinnamon, and sugar and rolled them up before braiding them.
Shalom, my darling Cinnamon Roll Challah...
I will call it Challamon Roll
Or Cinnallah Bread
I don't know if this is PC, but honest and true I've always wanted to be Jewish. Oy.