As a young girl there was always talk of the most delicious cinnamon rolls ever. Yet, never did I eat them. I had my moms and they were so good. She taught me how to make them. (I think she used the same recipe Grandma Terresa’s who would have taught my grandma Eunice. Still Grandma’s cinnamon rolls were always label legendarily the best, even by my mom.) I grew and thought that these cinnamon rolls would forever be something I only heard about and never tasted. But low, one summery day I successful tricked Grandma Eunice into teaching me how to make them. She was so kind to teach me by making them with me. This turned into being one of my most favorite days ever! I enjoyed so much her sharing her talent with me. We talked, like old friends while cooking them. We weeded like crazy landscapers, mainly Grandma, as the dough raised. She filled the entire back of a pick up. She is such a hard worker. We cleaned the green bedroom, that will make sense to those who have visited her. But I think Grandma will agree that one of the best parts of the evening would have been when Grandpa walked into the house and found out what we were up to. Oh the smile on his face! I have only seen him smile that big a handful of times. (One of which was after he startled me in the hallway of our hotel in Lofland. Different story, maybe some other time.) Anyways, I don’t know who was happiest about what we accomplished that day him, my dad, or me; it probably will never be determined. One of the best parts is I got most of it on film. Please join me for the first ever episode of Cooking with Grandma Eunice. And please stay tuned for the next recipe I trick out of her.