The other day I wanted something sweet, but my cupboard was bare and I didn't want to go to the store. Then I remembered that some pizza places make variously shaped cinnamon things with pizza dough.
I thought to myself, self you can do that. I replied, really? You think I can? I told myself I could. Then I looked around to make sure no one had noticed me being extra nuts. The real Bob had, but I somehow doubt he cares. Of course they say if you can't talk to yourself who can you talk to? But please don't ask me who "they" are. Heh.
Ok, enough about my mental problems, I'm sure people are more interested in my sweets problem. So. This is simple and fantastic, you just need some
pizza dough, butter, cinnamon and
vanilla sugar. You could use normal sugar, but I didn't want to. All you need to do is butter up a cake pan, or something similar, and stretch out the dough in the bottom.
How thick it is determines the texture, thin will make it crispy, thick will make it more bread like. The choice is yours and yours alone. Don't be shy with the butter either, this is a dessert and more butter means more ... well, butter. Also without it you don't get the golden crispy bottom. But you should bear in mind that you're going to be slathering the top with more butter mixed with cinnamon and sugar before it goes in the oven. Those are the next two steps.
It only takes about 10-15 minutes in a 425 degree oven and then it's done, assuming you don't want icing.
Oh, you want icing? Well, I mixed up some cream cheese, vanilla and sugar. Then I slathered it on the hot, cinnamony goodness.
Then I ate it and it was fantastic. The bottom was golden and crispy, the top was gooey, buttery, cinnamony and marvelous.
I have now made this several times, although I don't have a recipe written out. I'll just have to make it again and write it all down. Such sacrifice, such selflessness. These are the things I do for you guys. Heh.
Although the cat I had as a kid, Buttercup, and the one I had as a teenager, Annie, are right up there too. Buttercup would wake me up every morning by wrapping her front paws around my neck and licking my ears. Annie was just a big lump of love. Anyway, I posted about Romeo before, but no favorite cats post would be complete without him. 
He was the one of the sweetest, most gentle creatures I've ever known. Plus since he was wearing a tuxedo he was always ready for a ball. I'm pretty sure I've posted about Tiresias (aka Ree) before, but I'm not going through 100 posts to find out. 
She is eyeless, as her name implies, but that doesn't stop her from doing whatever she wants. Which is mostly purring wicked loud and laying in the hallway at my brothers house. Heh. Last, but certainly not least, is Puffin. 
She was not only beautiful, but smart and sassy too. She had a shoelace that was hers and when she wanted to play she would trot over to you with it in her mouth. When she was done she'd pick it back up and hide it. 
She was something else. So there you have it, a woefully incomplete list of some of the best cats ever. Now, coffee.
