I don’t know what happened but right before my dough was supposed to be resting, I still had a pancake-like batter instead of dough. I’m a flour weigher and I know they don’t weigh their baked goodie flour at Rather Sweet. I’m not sure that would have made that much a difference.
I dumped every ounce of flour in the house into the mixer bowl, hoping that each extra half-cup would make a difference. It was like shooting a bb gun at a freight train. Or maybe sending a fourth grader straight at Brian Cushing? Copious amounts of flour later, including some of a bag of whole wheat I found hidden behind a box of girl scout cookies (those Caramel de Lites were therapy), I had an oddly textured cinnamon roll that tasted okay. The filling was great and they looked mostly okay. The dough itself? Eh.