Torture of Gigantic Proportions....

Hubby... needs to bring breakfast to work this morning for all his co-workers.

Me...Sure, no problem.

Hubby... "Everyone's looking forward to breakfast tomorrow."

Me... makes giant crock pot of homemade sausage gravy and buttermilk biscuits before bed last night. (*note: biscuits were NOT homemade, I can't make a decent fluffy biscuit to save my life. I've accepted this, thus the frozen Pilsbury biscuits.

Hubby... "don't forget the homemade sweet rolls. Everyone loved those last time."

Me.... over-achiever baker extraordinaire. I whip up a double batch of sweet roll dough before bed.

Me... wake up early to let rolls raise and make frosting.

Hubby.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (hee hee.... just kidding. He got up and worked out!)

Me.... taking hot, steaming rolls out of oven. Smothering them in fluffy cream cheese frosting.

Me.... on a calorie/ fat restrictive diet.

Me.... mouth watering, tummy growling. A cold snowy day screams for homemade warm deliciousness.

Me... feeding hubby and son the best looking sweet rolls in the whole world.

Me.... being strong and not eating a single bite.

Torture, torture, torture.   There will be other sweet rolls and other cold snowy days with deliciousness I can eat.  *sigh*

(Anyway, for those of you with mouths watering like mine, hop on over to my recipe blog HERE and make some for yourself! They really are fantastic.... I think.)