In my opinion, there is nothing better than being a weekender. I would even consider myself a lush about it, reading my delivered NYT in slippers while emptying our gilded french press as a waft of cinnamon sugar escapes from the oven. The guaranteed hours of morning silence in our parkside apartment have been such a gift to me this year. Now that there is a chill in the air, these cinnamon buns make for the most perfect of weekends. Do all the hard work on Friday night, refrigerate, and bake when you wake up. This will give the yeast plenty of time to work itself into deliciousness. Breakfast is such a great way to love the people around you- my roommates never complain when waking up in our luminous and quiet cinnybun-scented Saturday apartment.