All the comfort of a cinnamon roll, baked into our pillowy sourdough focaccia. Butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon settle into every dimple as it bakes, caramelizing at the edges and turning soft and gooey through the middle. Finished with a simple vanilla glaze that pools into the cracks while it’s still warm.
Made for the mornings with nowhere to be — torn apart over coffee, shared across the table, gone before you meant it to be.
All the comfort of a cinnamon roll, baked into our pillowy sourdough focaccia. Butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon settle into every dimple as it bakes, caramelizing at the edges and turning soft and gooey through the middle. Finished with a simple vanilla glaze that pools into the cracks while it’s still warm.
Made for the mornings with nowhere to be — torn apart over coffee, shared across the table, gone before you meant it to be.
