Cinnamon Rolls and Mormon Tea

I had been planning all month to make cinnamon rolls for Christmas breakfast. Everything went really well except for one thing: they didn't rise. The only thing I can think of that would cause them not to rise is that maybe the water wasn't warm enough. They really didn't taste all that bad. The dough just seemed a little heavier than it should have been and they were a little dry. I was very disappointed at first, but Adam's family didn't seem to mind. They each ate at least two. And Adam's mom told me that making bread is an art. I've never been very artistic, so somehow I felt that my lack of "artsy-ness" justified my cinnamon roll failure.

I also intended to make Mormon Tea with the Christmas breakfast, but I got distracted by the cinnamon rolls and the eggs and bacon and hash browns and sausage. Basically, I ran out of time. So I made it the day after Christmas. I thought I ruined that too, because the directions specifically say not to let it boil. Somehow, I got distracted and it almost boiled over. Luckily, it didn't really matter that it boiled. It still tasted exactly how I remember it tasting when my mom used to make it when I was little. I hadn't had it in a really long time and I'd forgotten how good it was.