Monkey Business

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I dream in food.  It just comes naturally.  So when I was working on a project for work and it involved monkeys, I dreamed about monkey bread.  You know that goopy cinnamony doughy bread that pulls apart into perfect bite-sized pieces.

The first time I ate monkey bread I was probably 11 or 12.  I was over at my cousins house and their other grandparents were there.  Probably means it was one of their birthdays.  Anyway her grandma brought monkey bread.  I ate one piece and I didn’t leave my place by the side of the table, hoping no one would notice that I was eating more of the monkey bread than anyone else.  I was so sad when it was all gone, and monkey bread had a special place in my heart from that day on.  Who would not LOVE bite-sized sticky buns!

When I started dreaming about monkey bread, I really knew I needed to relive this childhood favorite.  Matt and I went to the grocery store, bought a four pack of Pillsbury biscuits – I know real dough would work just as well, but I wanted something quick.  I cut each of the biscuits in half and mixed 1/2 cup of sugar with 1 teaspoon of cinnamon.  Matt tossed each biscuit piece in the cinnamon/sugar and plopped them in a greased 9 inch square pan.  I melted 1/2 cup of butter and added 1 cup of brown sugar.  I poured the butter sugar mixture over the biscuit pieces, popped it into the oven at 350 F.  It was about 40 minutes before it was completely done.  I flipped it out onto a plate and patiently – I burned my hand because I was being impatient, so I quickly decided to become patient – waited for it to cool.

Sometimes it’s nice to know that despite the monkey business and craziness you might experience, warm sugary doughy treats will always be just as delicious as that very first time.  And I do love that now that I’m a grown-up I can eat as much as I want without worrying about anyone catching on.

Happy Eating!!!

Emily