What My Husband’s Homemade Cake Donuts Taught Me About Hospitality February 26, 2021 Updated: February 26, 2021
When my husband, Andrew, and I first bound together our souls and wallets the year after we graduated from college and moved to a new state, we, like many who marry young, were completely broke. We moved to a tiny basement apartment in Charlottesville, Virginia, with popcorn ceilings and a musty odor.
Like any other starry-eyed newlyweds, we wholeheartedly loved it.
On Saturday mornings in Charlottesville, we loved to visit the farmers market. We’d brew our own coffee as at that age, paying $4 for a cup of drip coffee still felt extravagant and outrageous and walk past the colorful stalls selling flowers, art, and baked goods.
Celebration Cinnamon Rolls, a Sweet and Gooey Family Tradition
There are plenty of things I look forward to on Christmas morning: the look on my daughters’ faces when they see the presents under the tree, pulling back the curtains to see if it has snowed, the thought of the entire day with only my family stretching out before me.
But without a doubt, what I most eagerly await are my husband’s Celebration Cinnamon Rolls.
When the morning finally comes, my two daughters excitedly inspect the pile of wrapped presents, while Andrew plays Christmas carols from the Oxford Trinity Choir over our speakers and puts his apron on. I read books with my girls next to the Christmas tree’s lights, while Andrew rolls out a dough, which has risen all night in the fridge, into a large rectangle that spans the width of our kitchen island.