Once, I ate a cinnamon roll, warm from the oven and as large as a human face. I included my hand in the picture for context, but I don’t think this shot even does it justice, even with the hand. Notice the lady-sized portions that are not in front of me.
Not pictured: Vat of unlimited cream cheese frosting available for slathering. I did not regret this even for one second. Isles Bun, you are it. Midafternoon sugar comas for all. Goodnight.