We arrived back home on Friday, New Year's Day, 1am, from a quick trip to Goshen, IN and Flanagan, IL to see both grandmothers. When we awakened later that morning it was not long after morning coffee before Alyssa and Bill were ready to begin the process to make the cinnamon rolls that are part of our family tradition both in our home here and recalled from my childhood and select times with the brothers, e.g., Cutchogue some years back when Evan and Jan made wonderful rolls while the rest of us played in the Peconic Bay. This time Alyssa and Bill did the entire process themselves. From the excellent results I'm sure they feel comfortable that they, too, now own the tradition. Kara, Kay and I were supportive of their efforts, taking photos and helping dispatch the first couple of trays. Yes, they do taste equally good the next day. Kara used the time to relax in front of the gas stove to catch up on her grading and lesson plans for school.
