After the cinnamon roll from an unnamed bakery cafe in a Madison suburb, I've given up the search for cinnamon rolls.
About a week ago, Todd and I were having lunch at an unnamed bakery cafe in a Madison suburb. We both had cinnamon rolls to go. After that evening's meal of salad and vine ripened tomatoes, the cinnamon roll was planned for desert. When I opened the take home box containing the roll, I already knew what to expect. That quarter inch of butter frosting on top overpowered any other flavors that may have been there. The cinnamon flavor was hardly noticeable -- if it was even there. It seems that for most people cinnamon rolls are about goo and sugar. That has been my experience for several of my recent tests.
As I walked the Farmers Market on Madison's Capitol Square on a following Saturday, I had to prove that all cinnamon rolls weren't bad. An Amish bakery had cinnamon rolls. They didn't look especially appealing, but I had to ensure that a look wasn't everything. As I walked away I took a bite. Yuch. Too much sugar and frosting over the small swirls of roll. I found the nearest garbage can for disposal. There REALLY would be no more cinnamon roll searches....
But there will be more cinnamon rolls. Only the very best. After arriving at Green Bay, I headed off to purchase the absolutely best cinnamon roll ever found. It can be found at the Stadium Bakery in Green Bay -- right across from Lambeau Field. Their rolls have that perfect balance of flavors and texture that is essential to a cinnamon roll. Why are they so great. My mother set the standard and the Stadium Bakery cinnamon rolls are the only ones to have matched that level of excellence.
Time for balance.... Granola bar? Cookies? Ice cream?