Nice Saturday breakfast

I woke up early this morning with a hankering for cinnamon rolls.  By the way, we make cinnamon rolls and seldom buy them.  I got a pan of them rising and went to clean the church building, leaving Bill with instructions to bake them when they looked risen enough.  I know, that was risky, wasn't it?  But he popped them in at the perfect time and made a batch of cream cheese icing to boot.

[Yes, I know I need to work on my photography skills . . . .]