A week from Christmas, my mom asked me to bring rolls to dinner. I picked up a few tubes of Pilsbury crescent rolls with the intent of baking them up before we were to head to her place for dinner. A few days before Christmas, I got a call to say I didn’t need to bring them, that she had picked up some other dinner rolls which would work just fine.
I decided that today I would bake up some of them, hoping that I could do something fun with them. I’ve packed them full of ham and cheese in the past but this time, I wanted something a little sweeter this time. Continue reading
I’ve never been a fish/seafood fan. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I hate fish and seafood. I know, I know — bad foodie! For some reason, I just can’t get past a lot of the smells, tastes and textures inherent in fish or seafood.
One thing that I am generally alright with, however, is canned tuna. Yes. Canned tuna. Not fresh and nothing else. Why? Mom used to make tuna macaroni salad when we were kids and we at that stuff by the bucket. It’s a taste and texture that I’m used to.
I’ll eat salmon sandwiches if someone else pulls out every single little bone and scrap of skin or fatty tissue. If I have to do it, I’ll end up green around the, ahem, gills. Continue reading