Sunday, I decided I wanted rolls. But I wasn't patient enough to let them rise the slow way. So I thought I'd try the fast rise method, which involved putting them in a warm oven with a pot of boiling water at the bottom. Well knowing me, I forgot about them. Andrew opened the oven a few hours later to find these shriveled up dough balls. Disaster number 1.
I wasn't going to let that stop me! So Tuesday I was determined to make rolls. This time I got them out early enough to do the slow rise. Carson was napping at the time, so I set the rolls by the sliding door on the floor because it was warmer there. BAD IDEA! Being my forgetful self, I forget they are there. A few hours later after Carson was awake and Andrew was home, we noticed Carson was quiet. Generally means something is up. Andrew found him by the rising rolls. He has stuck his fingers in every single roll and had taken out one of the dough balls and was eating it! Little sidenote: when we went to Mount Vernon, we had dinner at Lauren's and Carson stole Mallory's roll and ate it. I think he thought that's what it was. Andrew took it away and moved the sad looking rolls to a higher place. I was so sad that my 2nd time trying to make these stupid rolls didn't work! But I figured for kicks I'd bake them anyway. Carson's my kid and I was making them just for myself. What do I care if he stuck his finger in all the rolls. Here's how they turned out after they were baked. Not too shabby huh? Note the one missing roll that Carson decided to eat before they were baked.
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That oreo story happened to my parents. They were some of the people eating the cake when the lady told them.
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