I was assigned sweet potatoes and dessert for Thanksgiving at my sister's house this year. Because I don't 'do' desserts (no, not dieting... I just don't 'do' desserts... ), I questioned if pie was a must, and thankfully, according to my sister, it is not.
Okay, so I decided to make a pear crisp (with ice cream topping), a pumpkin roll, and brownies for the kids.
Since the pumpkin roll involves... well, rolling... I thought I should make it last night just in case I needed to go purchase a pumpkin roll, already rolled, from the grocery store.
I made it. I rolled it. I cut off the ends to make them 'clean' and even. And, I popped it in the freezer to pull back out on Thanksgiving morning.
Ian got the ends for a little snack. HE LOVED IT... like REALLY loved it... with eating sounds (Mmmmm... Mmmmm... ) and everything! No one has ever made those sounds as a result of my baking. Ever.
But then, last night, I lay in bed thinking about what the roll looked like. Not cakey like I am used to seeing, and I put too much cream cheese in it, so some filling was squooshing out the seams. It was an obsessive-compulsive nightmare.
And then, I thought about it all day at work. It may taste good, but the roll was not as pretty as it should be.
On the way home from work today, I stopped at the grocery and picked up a pretty, uniform pumpkin roll.
As soon as I got home, I yanked the homemade pumpkin roll from the freezer, knowing there was at least ONE person who would appreciate its goodness.
And so, here we have it. Evidence of the roll.