Scaredy cat

I'm about to do something that I've been too scared to do for the past five years. No, it isn't some life threatening sport, its an endeavor that involves one of my biggest issues: yeast breads. My mother and my grandmother are both known for these delicious little pocket rolls they make, which grace the table with butter or salty Virginia ham at any and every family gathering.

Years ago, my mom bought me some gear and even walked me through the process. But, I was too afraid. It wasn't until recently, as I've been working through some of my issues with yeast, that I started to think about the rolls again. With Thanksgiving coming, I wanted to do some baking. And this seems like the perfect chance. Whats the worst that could happen? Burnt rolls...done that before. Anyway, I've mixed the dough, let it rise once, punched it down again, and now it is in the fridge to rise yet another time before being turned into rolls in the morning. Will let you know how it goes, and will hopefully have pictures too!