Monkey Bread
I know I’ve been absent for the last couple days… life has been tumbling down around me! But I have made it through the wreckage, for now ;)
Have you ever experienced the scrumptious treat that is Monkey Bread?
You pull apart each gooey cinnamony sugary dough ball and enjoy.
Unless you’re me.
Here I am happily making dough balls…
placing them in the bundt pan that I bought the same night specifically for monkey bread and monkey bread only…
what the heck is that?!
where is my gooeynees?
where are my dough ball pieces?
where the hell is my monkey bread!?
at least the inside looked good.
B ate almost 3/4 of the tar looking ring. I ate that tiny piece in the previous picture. He’s never heard of monkey bread. That was a good thing.
I will not be a quitter though. I will survive, after all, I just bought this damn bundt pan. Martha Stewart better have a better recipe than the one I used. Which, by the way, was from a box. A box that I had bought from my co-worker whose daughter’s gymnastics team was holding a fundraiser.
Never again will I buy something from her. I refuse.
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