Rolls

You know that one thing your mom makes that makes you think of your childhood, and gives you the warm and fuzzies? For me, it was her rolls. We only had them at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I couldn’t wait. They were so yeasty and sweet. A few years ago, my son mentioned how much he liked them over a holiday and after that, we had rolls at every visit. Every now and then, my mom would even make and ship them to us (gotta love the grandma’s). I decided to try to make them myself, since I haven’t made anything with yeast in a while.

I called my folks and asked if they could send the recipe. I was told that it was my grandmothers, so I was expecting a scan of an index card with a handwritten recipe. Instead I received a scan of a page from a Better Homes and Garden cookbook from the 50’s with notes written all over it. I still thought it was cool.

These rolls were magnificent! If you like yeasty, sweet, chewy rolls, you’ll love these. I really like to call these church rolls. Growing up there were a few churches in the neighborhood that would sell rolls every Sunday after service. I wasn’t a member at any of them, but I would go with my mom and buy the rolls. They were almost like dessert.

Mine came out a little high, but that’s because my mom told me to roll them out to about 1 inch thick. That was a little too much. Each roll could feed 2 (I of course, always ate the entire roll), and they screamed for ham or turkey. The holiday’s may have to come a little early this year.