Last night something highly suspicious happened...I was filling up my weekly pill box with my drugs like I do every Monday night. Carefully putting each one of my meds into each day's box...thereby making sure I take everything I should when I should. I grabbed one of the pill bottles and counted out 7 pills...started to put them into the container when I noticed the pill was an orange color...so I looked at the bottle and it was the mister's prescription! Now...how did his drug get onto my nightstand? Was it an absent-minded thing - like he walked all the way around to MY side of the bed with his pill bottle and then haphazardly left it there? Never. He never walks to my side of the room...it's off-limits to him. The last time he rounded the corner of the bed into my territory he criticized the stack of magazines next to my nightstand, and rudely commented on how much money I spend on magazines each month...he laughed at the pile of books surrounding the magazines, probably because he can't read and then he went on to make merry about the heaps of hand-work I keep on the floor...sometimes I feel like embroidering, sometimes I feel like appliqueing, is there something wrong with that?!? After his verbal assault about MY side of the room he was banned, so having his medicine bottle on MY nightstand is unusual...very unusual. And, as I've already stated...suspicious. What if I had been so engrossed with HOUSE that I failed to notice the color of the pills? What if I had swallowed his medicine? Could I have died? Quite Possibly. At the very least I might have been rendered violently ill...the thought makes me shudder. Of course, the mister denied placing his medicine on my nightstand...he "reenacted" what he thought happened..he said I mistakenly grabbed his pill bottle off the bathroom sink, instead of taking my newly filled prescription which was sitting there. He pranced from the bathroom to my side of the room pretending to be me...flipping his hair, studying his nails...as if I prance! I cannot imagine a scenario when I would accidently grab the wrong medicine! I simply cannot. And I refuse to even try. I'd just like you all to know that IF I turn up dead one day, and IF they find orange colored pills in me then you'll know it was NO ACCIDENT!
The drug mix-up was not the only thing that was different about last night...these Cinnamon Roll-Ups were MORE than different! I had my doubts...I really did...I mean, how can flattened white bread turn into something that tastes like it came from the finest French bakery?!? You will have to try these yourselves to believe me - they are incredibly good...hot from the oven or chilled the next day. Filled with a cream cheese mixture, dipped in butter and rolled in cinnamon-sugar, these are the perfect antidote to whatever ails you, orange-colored pills aside.
Cinnamon Roll-Ups
24 slices fresh, white sandwich bread, crusts removed
8 oz. cream cheese, softened
1 egg yolk
1 1/4 cups sugar, divided
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1/2 cup butter, melted
Roll the bread slices flat with a rolling pin. In a small bowl, combine the cream cheese, egg yolk and 1/4 cup of the sugar and mix well. Spread about a tablespoon of this mixture onto each bread slice and then roll up tightly (some of the mixture will ooze out, that's okay, just scrape it off.)
Mix the remaining a cup sugar with the cinnamon in a shallow bowl. Put the melted butter into a shallow bowl. Dip each roll-up in to the melted butter and then roll in the cinnamon-sugar until coated. Place on a baking sheet. Chill for 2 hours in the refrigerator (do not skip this step!)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Bake the roll-ups for 10 to 12 minutes or until golden brown. Serve warm or at room temperature. Refrigerate any left-overs. Makes 24 roll-ups.