Last night, B & I took dinner over to my sister's family to celebrate Mom's last night in town and just get a little time together. On the menu? Shrimp we picked up at the beach this weekend, green beans, rice, poundcake, and my Grandma's roll recipe.
I love making rolls. They're easy enough and require just a little bit of planning. But the real draw is that I've got so many great memories making them with my Grandma when I was little and my Mom, after Grandma decided she'd sit and watch, finally let someone else do the rolling out and cutting.
The tradition came full circle last night. I brought the dough over for the girls to play with. We poked it, smelled it, and, yes, even tasted it. Sienna, my 18-month-old niece, asked her Mom, "Is this yucky or yummy?" She pondered it over and said, "Well, it's kind of yucky now, but once we cook it, it'll be really yummy." Brilliant.
So we rolled the dough, let the girls cut it with cookie cutters (scalloped-edged and star-shaped rolls, anyone?) before dipping the rolls in butter and folding them over on a cookie sheet. Mom took some pictures, so I'll post one when she emails it. It was so nice, a perfect night.
I love going over to their new home. My oldest niece, at three-years-old, Ella welcomed us at the door wearing her new Snow White outfit (she's just discovered Disney movies). Sienna looked at me no fewer than three times during the roll-cutting process and asked, in her super-sweet voice, "Where's B?" They love him! Little stinkers.
While the men manned the grill, the girls worked on the rolls and enjoyed a little wine before dinner. It was such a great, refreshing night. Can't wait to go back!