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Glorious Tubes of Subpar Cinnamon Rolls



Every Sunday, for the last few years, we've had what our kids have officially named "Cinnamon Roll Sunday." On Sunday mornings, we make cinnamon rolls and have breakfast together. There is always a fight over who get's to be in charge of frosting the cinnamon rolls. There is always an argument over who gets the center, gooiest cinnamon roll and there is always a mess to follow. 

Cinnamon Roll Sunday is something that our kids look forward to all week. It's a time when we make a point to have breakfast together. It's a fun tradition, that may seem insignificant to many, but to our kids, it's so important. Emersyn always makes a point to avoid spending the night places on Saturday nights, because she doesn't want to miss Cinnamon Roll Sunday. How sweet is that? 

Family traditions are so important, regardless of how big or small they are. Do I make those Insta-worthy homemade cinnamon rolls? Psssh! Absolutely not. We're working with Aldi cinnamon rolls that come in a tube. From an adult standpoint, they are not the greatest of cinnamon rolls. Heck, they don't even rise like they should! However, our kids cannot wait to unroll, fight to frost and consume those sticky circles of tradition. 

Here's my current challenge....WHERE HAVE ALL OF THE CINNAMON ROLLS GONE? Has anyone else noticed this void at the grocery store? Are they sitting on a boat somewhere? Did the world run into a cinnamon roll shortage? Did the world catch on to this Zehnle family tradition and decide to purchase all of the cinnamon roll tubes from every grocery store in our area? That's it, isn't it! One thing is certain. We miss our Cinnamon Roll Sundays! 

Yes I'm aware that making them from scratch is an option, but our kids would be more thrilled to have their Aldi cinnamon roll tubes back more than the effort that it would take for me to make them. Really. For the record, I'm going to make some anyway. Of all things to run short in our current state of supply chain deficits, why cinnamon rolls? I'm getting very tired of telling our kids that we don't have any cinnamon rolls on Sunday after Sunday after SUNDAY. 

Who wants to picket with me? We want cinnamon rolls! We want cinnamon rolls! Let's hope that soon this supply issue is resolved and we can soon be consuming those sub-par, Aldi, tubed cinnamon rolls again very soon. It's more than just a cinnamon roll to us. It brings us together every single Sunday. They open up conversation. They bring a sticky, icing covered smile to three little faces. They don't know it, but despite the fights over icing and that center cinnamon roll, I look forward to Cinnamon Roll Sunday just as much as they do. 

It's important to start your own traditions and this one just happened on its own. I'll never be ready to let it go and hope that even in the next chapter of our kids' lives, that they will come home for Cinnamon Roll Sunday on occasion. Most importantly, I hope they take the tradition with them into their own families. I hope that they will reappear on grocery store shelves very soon. 

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