Ben here! Last Fall, I was a new parent who’d been under lockdown for half a year. It was cold. I was sleepless. I was binging the Great British Bake Off and seeking any other form of comfort. And thus, I went baking crazy. Like, bulging cabinets full of obscure spices and flours crazy. Our breadbox runneth over. I bought a bottle of cherry liqueur that I used precisely once for a loaf of sweet bread. Then I imported a special pan for British puddings. I reeked of cardamom at all times. All that to say, I way overdid it and swore that next Fall I’d take it easy. And folks, I broke that promise pretty much instantly, starting with these cinnamon rolls.