Have you met Joanne? Well, you must. She’s wicked smart and wicked funny, and helping me out this week while I’m trying to find my silverware. Knowing how busy she is, I consider it a huge favor. Let’s see – she’s a medical student, she runs marathons, cooks, and writes. Can you say overachiever? Plus, she bakes her own bread…which in my opinion, makes her gifted. (Being a novice at making bread, it took me three tries to get these rolls just right. But now I think I’m hooked.)
When you’re done reading her story here, go check out Eats Well With Others. You’ll want to stay a while. I always do.
My Dad turns up the radio in the car whenever the song Empire State of Mind comes on. He claims it’s because Jay-Z speaks to him.
But I have a hunch. That his predilection is really due to the fact that, in the song, Jay-Z proclaims himself to be “the new Sinatra”. And my father is holding out hope that the second coming of his own personal savior is on the horizon.
Yeah. My Dad’s a hokey kind of guy like that.
“Hokey”? Really Jo? Really? I can’t believe you just used that word in a sentence. Are you feeling okay?
He also collects antique chocolate pots. Calls milk “Mookie Wilson”. And leaves the last syllable off of every Italian word he can get his hands on.
Yup. I was spawned by those genes. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
Not to mention his pickiness when it comes to bread. It rivals my pickiness when it comes to peanut butter. Which is hard to do.
So when he came over for dinner a week ago – and devoured four of these Parker House Rolls that I had made – I knew they were a keeper. They are buttery and slightly sweet. Fluffy and utterly addictive. It’s a good thing he was there. Otherwise I might have eaten the whole batch. Singlehandedly. And no one really wants to see that.
Print this recipe from Joanne @ Eats Well With Others (adapted from Tyler Florence’s Stirring the Pot)