I can’t say no to cinnamon rolls once I start… When I was growing up my Grandma Esta used to make cinnamon rolls for us. She grew up in Arkansas and it was a family recipe that she learned from her Mom. Grandma Esta made them 3-4 times a month. She could have been a millionaire if she had started a business. They were by FAR the best cinnamon rolls that I have ever tasted. I think it was because she used lots of real butter. Once I started eating I couldn’t stop. Grandma died in 1999 when she was 99 and I always thought she lived that long because she ate her own cooking. Now around the country there are Cinnamon Bun stops in airports and shopping malls. I’ve never had one because I knew that they wouldn’t be a good as Grandma Esta’s rolls. They always bring back the memory of my grandmother and when I smell them I can see her making them in her kitchen. Along with butter I know that she added lots of love. A few years ago our manager from work would go to breakfast at a local restaurant. He would bring back cinnamon rolls. Several times I would eat one and end up eating 5 or 6 and once I ate 8. I rationalized that even though they were not as good I must still be emotional about Grandma’s death and it seems that once I start eating cinnamon rolls I can’t seem to stop…