Happiness is a warm bun

Last night, I went to the Japanese ubermarket Mitsuwa and bought my boyface a mini Zojirushi bread machine. When I say bought, I mean grabbed it at a discount price before a bunch of hungry Japanese women got the idea of warm toasty bread in the morning with a side of homemade jam, but I kept it a surprise. And sure enough when I opened up the trunk of my car like a fraudulent purse dealer, he saw the breadmaker and he was pleased. I am usually a fan of baking my bread from scratch and I even have the sourdough starter in my refrigerator to prove it, but when I got the idea of pre-made pastry dough from just the act of putting in flour, sugar, and butter I was excited. And of course, I can't forget the cinnamon bun recipe in the cookbook because nothing wakes you up like some fresh buns in the morning.

*Although the mini does not bake buns itself, but forces you to make them and put them in the oven. Still, it does all the legwork which is amazing in itself.