To me, holiday mornings mean the perfumed steam of saffron buns coming out of the oven. This recipe is the result of years of planning, experimentation and breakfast eating by my stepdad and my family. Ever the physicist, my stepdad tracked the results in a little brown notebook. I rolled the dough. After you eat a single batch of these, you will never eat a Cinnabon again. (Of course, my stepdad knows about this contest).

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