THE SALTY CINNAMON BUNS
One Christmas, me and my family were going to Hawaii with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. The plan was to take a plane and arrive on Christmas Eve, go to bed, and wake up on Christmas Day. The thing is, we all wanted to eat cinnamon buns for breakfast as it was a tradition of ours to eat cinnamon buns on Christmas morning. We planned to use my aunt's recipe for cinnamon buns because we all wanted to have fresh cinnamon buns.
My mom volunteered to make them because my cousins were getting there after us. So, when we were packing, we packed all of the ingredients for the cinnamon buns. Then, we got on a plane on the morning of Christmas Eve and we flew to Hawaii.
When we arrived, it was late. We got a cab, and drove to the place we were staying. When we got there, the rest of us went to bed and my mom began to prepare the dough to rise overnight and be cooked the next morning. It was very late when my mom finished putting together all of the ingredients and put them in the fridge.
The next day everyone woke up, it was Christmas Day and my cousins had arrived. We were all in good spirits, we put the cinnamon buns in the oven and opened our stockings. Then, it was time for breakfast. We took the cinnamon buns out of the oven. Let them cool. And then we took a bite, and they were… salty? As it turns out, when we packed the salt and sugar, we had put both the salt and the sugar in similar looking, unmarked containers. My mom had accidentally mistaken the salt for the sugar and made the first ever salty cinnamon buns.
Needless to say, we got something else for breakfast that day.