D made cinnamon rolls once in Canyonlands. We hiked all afternoon and returned to camp for dinner, beer, and cinnamon rolls. He mixed dough in a metal mug, let it rise, filled, rolled, and sliced it, then lined the rolls in a skillet that went over the fire. I think a road trip west is in order.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.