Did you know that bread dough grows?

I found that out the hard way. I am sitting here at the computer at10:30 at night waiting for some cinnamon rolls to raise so I can bake them. Soren is suppose to bring in a family bread to school tomorrow to share. So needless to say, I waited to the last minute to do it.

OK , here is my horror story about bread making. Last week Troy volunteered to bring in rolls to his office holiday lunch. Last time Mom was here she made this really yummy sweet bread rolls so we decided to use her recipe. I was worried that we would not have enough rolls, so we decided to double the recipe that Mom had written down for us. Half way through making the dough Troy commented that Mom had halved the recipe when she made it here. OK, I had to use two bowls, and almost 4 bags of flour. Some where along the way it totally spiralled out of control. My arms are still sore from kneading that dough. In the end we ended up making like some 90 rolls, a couple of dozen cinnamon rolls, several loaves of bread and who knows what else. There was so much bread dough we had to put it in gallon sized zip lock bags in the fridge. The next morning when Troy opened up the fridge, the bags had exploded all over because the dough expanded so much. I felt like I was in some horror movie.
This time I made dough using the bread machine. I was not about to take the chance of being swallowed up by ever growing bread dough!