I love the island, mon!

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I have Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds as my phone ring tone. It is probably the only reggae song I know.

I think it is reggae.

I love it. It makes me happy to hear it even though I don’t particularly like talking on the phone.

My “boss” teases me about it when he hears the ringtone in the background. He is actually from Jamaica and he’s black. And I am from Ohio and am the palest white. It’s funny.

Anyway.

The island, man (said mon in island speak).

I love it.

This morning I worked on it.

I made Blood Orange Almond Cinnamon Rolls…from no knead Brioche. I also made a Brioche loaf.

The rolls. The Blood Orange juice turned the frosting pink instead of orange.

I was inspired to make these rolls by Homesick Texan’s Orange Pecan Cinnamon Rolls recipe. But I had only a Blood Orange and of the nuts I have, almonds sounded best.

Lisa of Homesick Texan was inspired to make her Orange Pecan Cinnamon Rolls based on those orange pecan rolls in a can. She loved them as a child. I loved them as a child. They would probably make me gag now.

But inspiration is a good thing and although I trust Lisa’s recipes absolutely, I do love my no knead brioche dough and also wanted to make a brioche loaf hence my adapted version of orange pecan cinnamon rolls.

The island as a work spot: it worked wonderfully.

It gives me a better kitchen triangle.

So far, I have not felt like it was “in the way”. Yes, I am adjusting how I move in the kitchen but I’m not bumping into it or thinking it is too big or in the wrong place…

I love the island, mon!