If you’re having a party and you invite me, please don’t ask me to bring the rolls. You will be so disappointed.
Unless your party is the Utah Plumbers Convention. In that case, these are totally appropriate.
It doesn’t make any sense. I use the same frozen bread dough that everybody in Utah uses. I follow the same directions. It doesn’t matter, though; I always end up with hard little doughy balls of unfulfillment.
I swear my rolls are mocking me. I think they choose not to rise. They conspire against me, and wait giddily for my look of perpetual disappointment.
Ask me to bring the napkins or crushed ice. I’m good at that.
P.S. People who have glistening stainless steel muffin pans make me sick too.