Fresh yeast rolls straight from the oven…

…with a little pat of butter melted on each one… can there really be much better? I contend that there really isn’t.

I fondly remember watching my mom make these dinner rolls when I was a kid. She would mix, and kneed-kneed-kneed, then let them rise… when they finally got in the oven, we’d sit there and stare through the little window and watch them gently brown while the house filled with the heavenly aroma of fresh-baked bread. When they finally came out, I’d watch her methodically brush a little melted butter to the tops of each, and they would glisten and beckon us to eat them immediately. But waiting was the name of the game… and a couple hours later, around the dinner table, we would each finally enjoy our little treat.

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