The last time I went home, I babysat my oldest brothers kids. I had this glorious idea that I would cook everything for them, including the desserts. Truth be told, my mouth was bigger than my stomach. Instead of this being a three day testament to my fabulous kitchen skills it ended of a frustrating adventure that culminated in the refrigerator breaking. I don’t think the two things are connected, but I can appreciate the horrible timing of it all. Sure, some of the meals where greatly enjoyed, but given the time it took to do everything, I could honestly appreciate the appeal of TV Dinners and takeout. The one thing I did manage to hit out of the ballpark was the cinnamon roll pancake.