Today I am making my Grandmother's world famous-to our family and friends, anyway- dinner rolls. These rolls are absolutely the very best thing you've ever put in your mouth- when she makes them. When I make them, they are ok. So why go to all the trouble when you could buy some Sister Schuberts and move on?
When T and I got married, we alternated spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with each of our families since they live a few hours apart and we didn't want to spend the holiday on the road. The first Thanksgiving spent away from my family was traumatic. Not because I don't enjoy Todd's family, but because it was just so different. I can remember calling my Mom and telling her through tears, "I can't do Thanksgiving without Grandma's rolls!" So, the next holiday that we spent with Todd's family, I begged my grandmother to share her recipe. They didn't come out very well, but the smell made me happy!
I love the way they smell even more than I like the taste. Actually, while they are rising, I have to brew a couple pots of coffee so my house smells just like my grandmother's.
I often wonder what memories will stand out to my children when they are adults. Will they too make rolls and brew coffee just to be taken back in time?