It's summer. I know. We're all supposed to be lying face down on our couches with the AC set to precisely 63 degrees while imagining cold things like Frosty, sno-cones, and the Alps. We are not - under any circumstances - supposed to turn on the oven. But then I thought of puffed, delicious dough, swirls of sugary cinnamon, and sweet! thick! icing! and promptly forgot all of that oven nonsense.
