"Great, now I'll have to figure out how to get rid of a spare," I muttered, tossing another cinnamon roll into the display case. "I heard that, young lady," I Grandma Rose's voice called out from the front of the store. "What's wrong with a dozen too many? Seems like a lot of people love that cinnamon roll recipe." "I know, but what am I supposed to do with all these?" I groaned, gesturing at the overflowing tray of sticky, rolled perfection. "If one more person asks for an order of a dozen, ark. they'll be wasted because of my mistake." "No waste, roll them!" Grandma Rose commanded. "Transform them into cinnamon roll bread pudding." "What?" I gasped. But Grandma Rose just laughed and wandered happily to the front of the store as a customer walked in. "How are your cinnamon roll bread puddings?" the customer asked, eyeing the display case. "The best!" Grandma Rose beamed. "They're the culmination of waste reduction and putting together what could be leftover rolls to create something stunning! Chefs everywhere want the recipe."