You guys, let’s talk about cinnamon rolls. I’m not talking the homemade kind (lo siento), I’m talking the ones you get from a can (off-brand no less). What’s with the “icing pack”? I vote it shouldn’t be called a pack, more so a taste, smidgen, and even molecule. It barely is enough to cover a small fraction of the rolls! Now, I’m aware that I already lost this argument when I used the word ‘can’ or ‘off-brand’. Those of you who whip up EVERYTHING from scratch 1. well done, that is incredibly admirable, 2. Are probably are saying “you got what you deserved”, and “you’re a chef, why wouldn’t you just make them yourself?” Because I didn’t. There are times when I say, forget it, and I purchase foods instead of cooking them. I’m not kidding when I say, I’ll eat anything. That’s for another post, we have more important things to discuss.
Homemade cream cheese frosting
Anyway, I popped open the lovely can and read the instructions. Side note: does anyone else catch themselves waiting to read the instructions until after the can is already popped? I read to preheat the oven to 350 degrees, yada yada yada, and to spread the icing over the rolls once out of the oven. I took one look at the pack of icing and chucked it aside with disdain. I opened my fridge in a panic only to remove half a pack of cream cheese, then raided the pantry for vanilla extract and confectioners sugar. Normally, you’re supposed to bring the cream cheese down to room-temp but I was desperate so I drenched a dense cloth with very warm water and wrapped it around the mixing bowl. Quickly following, I let the mixer beat the cream cheese until it was soft only to add about 3/4 a cup of confectioners sugar and soon-after 1/2 tsp vanilla extract. I turned the mixer off, delicately dipped my index finger in the icing, and voila; it was delicious. I slathered the rolls with the homemade cream cheese icing then tented them, allowing the steam to assist in melting the icing juuuust enough. Once I licked my finger after the final bite of icing cinnamon roll, I took one look at the sub-par unopened ‘packet’ of icing and thought to myself… “never again”.