After I mixed up the dough and tenderly tucked a towel around it, we left for the library.
The recipe distinctly said to let the dough rise for an hour and I had the distinct knowledge that we would be gone for more than an hour.
We were. As we drove home I had horrible visions of a huge, bubbling gob of dough flopping all over the kitchen counter.
Thankfully, the dough stopped just above the edge of the mixing dish. Doesn't it kind of look like a mushroom with a handle?
The dough reminded me of the blue goo in Fox in Socks by Dr Seuss. Except, of course, for the fact that it isn't blue.
This is one of the finished pans of buns. The ooey-gooey goodness is terribly addicting.