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The power of suggestion is dangerous.  For example, last week a gal at my office was eating pork rinds (aka : chicharrones).  I have not thought of or eaten pork rinds since... well, I think it was while my Grandpa Dee was still alive and that was over 20 years ago.  He used to buy the big bag of spicy pork rinds and snack on them while watching television.  Or in the car.  Or when he driving tractor.  Or in bed.  He had a snacking problem.  Anyway... he used to share them with me and that salty, crispy, spicy crunch of deep fried pork fat sticks in my memories of him.  So when my office pal was eating them, I immediately started craving them.

It has been a week and I have not yet given in to the chile-flavored-pork-rind-craving, but I don't know how much longer I can withstand.  Hold fast, Carey!!

You can bet I'm going to give in sometime this weekend.

Today's recipe was also brought on by the power of suggestion.  Lately, I have been considering pulling out my mom's recipe for cinnamon rolls and doing a little experimenting.  I've only made them once and that was a very long time ago.  It will be a lot of trial and error to get them just right.  I hate error.

Then one day I was Pinterest-prowling and ran across Ree's recipe for Orange Marmalade Rolls.

It was the "orange" that got me, you know how much I love my citrus.  Plus they are a homemade-knockoff of these:

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Pilsbury Orange Sweet Rolls.  They are so disgustingly sweet, processed, sticky and... yeah, I admit it, I like them with a big cup of coffee.   But homemade would be OK, right?  I can control the sugar and know that no Franken-foods went into the recipe.  So I filed that away in the back of my mind, craving them a little.  But not in a hurry.

Then I ran across this recipe from Saveur:

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Sweet Orange Buns! It was a sign! Right?  Clearly, somebody wants me to eat orange cinnamon buns, it's all part of a Master-Plan.  The Master-Plan that makes me gain 15 pounds and have to wear jeans with an elastic waistband.

The gravitational pull towards these orange buns is going to get the better of me, I can feel it.

Whether you make the Saveur version or Ree's version, I hope you give them a try.  And gain 15 lbs.  That way I won't feel alone in the stretchy-pants-department.

hot ginger todddy, bourbon, cocktail, orange tea, orange
Work your magic before hypothermia sets in!

I'm sure you're sick of hearing about it but I don't care, I need to get this off my chest: I'm cold!!  Just when I think the worst of this freezing Northern California cold front is over, I wake up and have to chip ice off my windshield.  Again. It's just ridiculous.  It's insulting is what it is.

Consequently, I've become quite adept at building a roaring fire.  But even still, it takes at least an hour for the huge wood fire stove to get the inside temperatures up from the 54 degrees it is when I get home from work to a tolerable 65 degrees or higher.  I prefer higher.  Much higher.

Tonight, I simply couldn't take it any more.  If I sat on top of the wood stove, fire blazing, I don't think my backside would have defrosted.  When I first sat down to write this post, my fingers were numb with cold.

And then I did something I rarely do.  I made myself a cocktail, a hot one.

I did try eating spicy food first (jalapeno flavored pretzels to be exact) but that didn't work.  And it gave me heartburn.  So I pulled up a recipe I read about several months ago from shutterbean.com: Orange Ginger Toddy. I knew if I could get just a little bourbon in my system it would warm me up right away.  I've seen enough Donner Party documentaries to know just  a drizzle of the "hard stuff" would save my life.

It worked!  It was quick &  easy, too.  You can read Shutterbean's recipe here but I'll give you quick rundown:  Using your favorite orange flavored herbal tea, make a mugful of hot tea.  Next add a little ginger syrup (I like anything from The Ginger People), a splash of bourbon and a slice of orange to float on top.

I made a few adjustments for my own taste.  I used a blood orange because... well, that's what I had on hand.  I squeezed a little juice in the cup and reduced the bourbon by about half.  More tea, less liquor.  My lips were still numb about 3 sips in.

I was also finally warm and my little fingers could type away because they were no longer stiff with cold.

But I can't be held responsible for any typos.