Forget about the million calories, the 14 sticks of butter, the gooey cream cheese. After one bite, none of the small stuff will matter anymore.
Bills unpaid? Kids bleach the cat again? Best friend lost 20 pounds and found a 26-year-old male model boyfriend? Eat some monkey bread.
Cinnamon. Butter. Sugar. Hello??? Get to bakin’, pronto.
Wicked Evil Cream Cheese Gooey Bread
Paula Deen’s Gorilla Bread (adapted) I no likey nuts, so I gleefully omitted them
1/2 cup granulated sugar
3 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese
2 (12-ounce) cans refrigerated biscuits (10 count)
1 1/2 cups coarsely chopped walnuts or 3/4 cup chopped walnuts + 3/4 cup chopped pecans
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Spray a bundt pan with nonstick cooking spray. Mix the granulated sugar and cinnamon. In a saucepan, melt the butter and brown sugar over low heat, stirring well; set aside.
Cut the cream cheese into 20 equal cubes. Press the biscuits out with your fingers and sprinkle each with cinnamon sugar. Place a cube of cream cheese in the center of each biscuit, wrapping and sealing the dough around the cream cheese.
Sprinkle 1/2 cup of the nuts into the bottom of the bundt pan. Place half of the prepared biscuits in the pan. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar, pour half of the melted butter mixture over the biscuits, and sprinkle on 1/2 cup of nuts.
Layer the remaining biscuits on top, sprinkle with the remaining cinnamon sugar, pour the remaining butter mixture over the biscuits, and sprinkle with the remaining 1/2 cup of nuts. Bake for 30 minutes. Remove from the oven and cool for 5 minutes. Place a plate on top and invert.
As awesome as these are, next time I’m going to swap the cream cheese for something a little lighter. I’m thinking Nutella, because let’s face it, Nutella rocks. Or maybe a raspberry jam, or possibly just straight heroin.
Whatever you decide to stuff these bad boys with, chances are it’ll be good. If you pick a craptacular filling, no one will care after the first bite of the buttery, cinnamon goo of love.
My number 2 child (in order of birth, not because she’s a turd. She is a turd, but that’s irrelevant) is also my funniest child. She likes to call these monkey balls. I pretend to scold her, and then I giggle when she isn’t looking.
Paula Deen may well be the most evil woman on the planet, with her attempts to cause early death through her recipes, but damn if the woman doesn’t make my belly all happy.