Cinnamon roll therapy is something I can get into. The last time I was about to bake a batch of bread, JT happened to say something about cinnamon rolls. I don't make them often, because of family members watching their sugar intake. But to me, they are the ultimate comfort food, a memory of my childhood days when my mother would bake them. I would hover over the table while she sliced the long roll, snatching up any raisins that escaped, as well as blobs of brown sugar. So I made some, and I definitely ate more than my share! It was marvelous.