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Baking, a Love Story


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Cinnamon Rolls From the Kitchen of a Mother Hen

My husband’s fondest kitchen memory is of eating piping hot, sticky cinnamon rolls straight from the oven of a friend’s mom.¬† At Mrs. Brooks’ house, growing teens—some who lived there and many who did not—would stand expectantly around the kitchen with their car greased hands and garage battle wounds and would stuff their mouths full while enjoying the great smells, tastes¬† and companionship coming from her kitchen.

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