Oh boy! I looked at the calendar this morning and fully realized Thanksgiving just just a little over a week away. Hubby and I typically host, so there's a lot of prep work that has to happen between now and Thanksgiving.
One thing I have never managed to do is exceed in quality my mother's cloverleaf rolls she used to make at the major holidays. These rolls were melt in your mouth tender, flavorful, slightly sweet, looked beautiful, and smelled heavenly. She would brush the tops with butter when they came out of the oven. Just delightful and a wonderful holiday memory -- still can't bake anything with yeast in it to this day without thinking of those rolls.