Stop the presses and hold the phones! This post is important! This recipe is, perhaps, the MOST important recipe in my repertoire. Yes this is very serious. Butterscotch sticky buns- birthday breakfast is no joke. (We just call it birthday breakfast.)
When I was young I feel like my family had only a few consistent family traditions. This was one of them and it has stuck. I remember when it was instated (what are you if you aren’t reinstated, are you just stated or instated? Not sure.) That was a good day! She began making them on the morning of a family birthday. Oh, how we looked forward to birthday breakfast. It is ooey, gooey, sweet, sticky, a little chewy and little crunchy. It qualifies for pretty much every good adjective there is. My mom had to buy additional bundt pans to make enough for the 7 of us to chow on. I think she ended up making 3 pans for each birthday. We went through that amount like a knife through, um, butter isn’t even a good enough medium. Like a sharp knife through air.
Besides it being absolutely delicious, it is a snap to make! You make it the night before and put in the oven. It rises overnight and then in the morning you turn on the oven (or if you are a fancy-pants, you set your oven timer to turn on in the morning.) Then you can get ready as usual (ie, run around, yelling at the kids and say such things as, “is anybody actually listening to me? and “How many times do I have to tell you to find your shoes?), and still have time for a special occasion meal. It is chalk full of sugar and carbohydrates, so your kids will probably go to school and crash, but, it’s a birthday. Sometimes you just gotta do it. Maybe pack them a lunch of kale and plain tuna fish to make up for it.
You can make this for a non-birthday-related occasion. It is possible.
I share this with you today because tomorrow is the Wrecking Ball’s 4th birthday and I will be preparing this tonight. A couple weeks ago, his aunt told him his birthday was coming up. He replied, “I already had one of those.” Funny how those come around each and every year. He is a delight and a terror all in one big ball. His latest enjoyment is throwing dirt in the air and catching it with his face. Baths twice daily for that kid. (Who am I kidding, I wipe his face off once daily and then pretend I don’t notice it the rest of the time.)
Two of my favorite things about him is that when he asks for something without saying please and then you say, “Give me the kale and plain tuna fish…?” And then he says, “for please.” I love the “for”. I don’t know where it came from. Then he also says things like. “He is the grandpa what loves me.” or “That is the chicken what I call PJ.” I love the inappropriate “what.”
I look forward to celebrating his birthday, even though he has already had a birthday- last year. I’m sure he’ll realize that he wants a birthday EVERY year. In fact, EVERY day would be awesome if you could also eat birthday breakfast every day as well.