I once tried to share a cinnamon roll in a small coastal town, only to realize that sharing is a concept that simply does not exist when thick cream cheese frosting is involved. My friend reached for a small bite, and I instinctively pulled the plate away with incredible speed.
It wasn’t my proudest moment. In my defence, when food is this perfect, every single crumb becomes important.
That’s when I knew my obsession with the bakery scene in North Carolina had officially reached a point of no return. As a self-proclaimed cinnamon roll collector, I take my mission seriously…