OK, I’ve had cinnamon roll paste (butter, cinnamon, brown sugar) served of a fresh baked biscuit. It’s not the glazed gooey goodness of a cinnamon roll, but it’s pretty good.
Went to a party east of Knoxville and consumed enough of Popcorn Sutton’s shine to have slept on the floor overnight (1970s). The next morning, I caught a ride with a fellow who stopped at a house of some people he knew (not related) where a grandmotherly matron served us breakfast. I don’t remember her name, but her biscuits were mana from heaven.
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