Taste of Home

I got a taste of home this long weekend when I made my grandma's yeast rolls. I had made them three times previously, and it's always an adventure (and exciting to see that they're edible). The dough rose just fine, because the oven was hot. The only real problem was that I made them pretty small, so they were a little harder than I anticipated. Overall it was a good experience, and twenty-eight rolls were gone in about fifteen minutes. Hot rolls, lots of butter, and honey made me pine for my home and my dog, but it was nice to bring that bit of comfort here. Kudos to Grandma!