Okay so maybe this is a couple days late to bring up Mother’s Day. My sincere apologies to my readers…all 2 of you.
So Mother’s Day morning was supposed to start off well with some Pillsbury Orange Rolls. I cautiously began pulling the strip to open the can. I’m always nervous when I start pulling that strip. I never quite know what will happen. Sometimes I have to pry it open after the strip is removed. Other times right when I start, it feels like I am causing a minor explosion in my kitchen with the force of the can.
So with my safety goggles and helmet on, I opened the can. How do they get that much dough in the can anyway? Maybe they need a bigger can? Maybe less dough? I’ll bet there would be fewer injuries each year from sweet roll can opening if they would just use a bigger can.
Anyway, the dough was not cut all the way through so I couldn’t just separate the rolls and put them in the pan. Fortunately I was prepared for such an incident and had a knife handy. Oddly enough, when I cut the dough, I ended up with 7 rolls, not 8 as advertised on the can. I tried to cut on the almost scored lines. I didn’t think this was all that big of a deal. It was a rough start to Mother’s Day breakfast, but I thought we’d be able to get passed that ok.
Then came the real zinger. When I pulled the rolls out of the oven and opened the icing, I found the 8th roll. My icing container was half filled with raw dough. Thanks a lot for the practical joke, Pillsbury, but it’s a little late for an April Fool’s joke.
I think the evil dough boy stuffed my icing container and is now laughing it up. Well doughboy, I hope you suffer from a yeast infection.