Para-para-paradise! Every time I closed my eyes and caught a whiff of cinnamon, I felt like Coldplay wrote a song just for these Arkansas bakeries.
Sweet spots, sweet reasons to question every life choice that didn’t involve rolling in sticky, gooey cinnamon heaven sooner.
These cinnamon rolls weren’t just desserts, they were joy incarnate! Thick, swirled mountains of dough, dripping with enough glaze to make a sugar coma feel worth it. One bite and all your problems shrank down to a sprinkle of powdered sugar on the counter…