I’m a cinnamon roll addict. My addiction started while I was a graduate student, living in Oxford,MS. Every Saturday morning, for 2 years, I would drag myself out of bed, before 8:00 am, to be the first to eat Bottle Tree Bakery’s fresh cinnamon rolls. Bottle Tree’s rolls were anything but average, with their monster size, tender gooey middle and sweet warm frosting. The flavor is burned into my taste buds and no matter where I’ve eaten since, other cinnamon rolls haven’t lived up to Bottle Tree’s excellence. Which brings us to the first official Southern Kitchen.
The Hungry Southerner 