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JAMIE'S BLOG – YEAR 9 memories – 33 days to go

28 Nov

{trust}  

There are 33 days left of The Promise 365!

Happy Thanksgiving. Today is a time of memories, old and new. The food, the family, the many, many, many gatherings over all the years. This is the ninth and final Thanksgiving for ThePromise365.com. Over the years if there is one thing that rings true, it is this: I still cannot perfect my mother’s rolls. 

Once again, another Thanksgiving has passed and my attempt at her rolls is still subpar. Justin even made me use all the same brands of ingredients that she used. I followed the recipe exactly. And, somehow… they are just not the same.

It makes me think that Mama Sling put something special and possibly a secret ingredient into her roll dough. Quite possibly it was just love. The secret ingredient for me is just pure memories. Maybe I will never perfect that recipe but the memory of my mom will always be with me, each Thanksgiving and every day in between.   

Here’s to the memories! 

Trust me!
More tomorrow.Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 322 :: happy thankfulness

24 Nov

Day 322: To family.

Tonight, at dinner, we went around the table saying what we were thankful for — there were so many good things. So many reasons to be thankful.

A beautiful table, some of the most amazing people I know, and of course my mother’s rolls.  I am thankful I have her recipe even though I no longer have her sitting at the table with me.

And tonight, I was thankful she didn’t see (or taste) the mess of rolls of that recipe my hands made. In so many ways, it makes me appreciate her more. The things she could do that I can’t quite master. It keeps me on my toes. My blessed, thankful, newly pedicured toes.

Those are my favorite presents of Thanksgiving. The memories and the moments with family. Those who are sitting with us at the table and those who are sitting with us in our hearts.

Namaste, Rolls. Namaste.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 318 :: blissful dreaming

18 Nov

Today’s bliss…bed.

More like my bed heater. It’s that time of night over here. Where I switch on the bed heater before I write my blog so that I can crawl into the warm cozy sheets as soon as my eyes are ready to fade.

Because it’s getting cold here. The rain is turning into chilled air and it feels like winter is on her merry way. Which I welcome with open snowballs in my arms. Because that means the holidays are coming, and twinkling lights with green wreaths and surely my attempt at making my mother’s dinner rolls will soon follow.

And just the thought of that has me singing in my head a refrain from a musical that I can barely remember. But I remember this line:

All I want is a room somewhere. Far away from the cold night air. Warm place, warm food, warm chair… and wouldn’t it lovely. 

Loverly. Loverly.
Blissful dreams. Night night.

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

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BLOG – GIFT DAY 332 :: a month of inspiration :: recipe for sharing thanksgiving

28 Nov

Today, in my month-long nod to inspiration, I am inspired to share sharing.

I mean, really? Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

I am overcome with the idea of sharing today. 
For one, I have completely adored the photos posted on Facebook all day long. The food, the holiday, the snacks, the family pics, the celebration of people coming together and breaking bread, roasting turkey, watching football, revving up for Black Friday shopping deals…

It’s not just tradition. Or a day off. Or an excuse to overeat, kill turkeys and watch men in tights violently hit each other on national television.

It’s proof that we are connected.

So tonight I share what connects me to my mother — her recipes (thanks to my sister for sharing with me!).

Below is Mama Sling’s Famous Roll recipe. 
I am happy to report that my attempt turned out pleasantly surprisingly amazing! Although, I admit, not as GREAT as the way my mom would make. The taste is the same and brought back a wave of memories but there was something missing… possibly her loving touch… or a secret step not written down on the recipe card.

Taste and smell are usually the culprits for good memories, and this was no less powerful.

And now it’s my turn to make new memories… let me start by sharing with you and yours.

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Mama Sling’s Rolls

1 C warm water (NOT hot-it will kill the yeast)

1 C milk

1 packet yeast

1 egg

1/2 C sugar

1/4 C oil

5-6 C flour (as needed to make dough stiff)

Directions:

Dissolve yeast into warm water – add warm milk (not hot, just take off the chill so the yeast gets activated), sugar, beaten egg, and oil. Combine in flour and mix until sort of stiff. Put in a greased plastic bowl, cover and refrigerate overnight. Take out until warm to touch. Make into rolls or shape into loaves. Put shaped dough into a pan and let raise – bake at 350 degrees for approximately 20 minutes or until golden brown and thumps hollow.

If you want the secret steps in between click here.

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I wish you many happy, joyous shared moments this holiday.
And thank you for letting me share!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless!}
Jamie

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BLOG – GIFT DAY 331 :: a month of inspiration :: cheating on the pie

27 Nov

Today, in my month-long nod to inspiration, I share how to cheat — in a good way.

First… let me say Happy Chanukah and an early Thanksgiving.

We received this beautiful card in the mail from Jaynane, just in time to celebrate this moment of abundance and gratitude.

What are you grateful for?

Tonight I am grateful for my sister.  I emailed her earlier in the week and asked her to send me my mother’s refrigerator roll recipe. Mostly so we could fully enjoy turkey leftovers on scrumptious rolls!

My sister sent both the roll recipe and the pie crust recipe. As if to challenge me. 

Let’s just get this out there. I have never made my mother’s rolls. Ever.

I suppose this isn’t that big of a deal — unless you grew up in my house and witnessed every single person that ever walked through your front door for a holiday dinner salivate over my mother’s rolls. I mean, seriously, her rolls were legend. I’m not making this up. Ask anyone related to me. And don’t get me started on her CINNAMON rolls. I might cry.

So tonight, as I read through the instructions that my sister so nicely sent to me over email, the recipe seemed WAY too simple. Mostly because I remember a practical circus in the house I grew up in every Thanksgiving and Christmas morning — and it usually had to do with my mother’s roll dough rising, or not rising.

As if the entire success of our Christmas festivities hung in the balance of dough reaching it’s peak performance.

Was it rising?
Was it warm enough?
Was baking?
Were they golden brown yet?

As I whipped up the mixture, in my mother’s KitchenAid that now sits on my counter, I was shocked that it requires just a few simple ingredients. I even called Justin over to check my work.

“Really, just one egg?” he asked as he looked over my shoulder.

“That’s what I said!” I laughed in unison. And then… “Here’s goes nothing.”

Everything seemed fine…. until Justin caught me prying the dough out of the mixer as I tried to transfer the ball of sticky stuff to the “well greased bowl” and ended up wearing more on my fingers.

Later this evening I called my sister. She asked about the recipe. I confirmed that it was set up in our refrigerator for a long night’s slumber.

Then she asked me if the yeast activated.

To which I said, “How would I know?”

“It looks like a head of deer when it mixes with the water.” she replied.

“A head of deer? What does that look like?”

Justin interrupted from the other room — “She said a head of beer.”

“That wasn’t in the recipe!” I exclaimed to her over the phone.

“Remember how mom would take it out in the morning and then punch the dough down?”

“No….” I frowned.

“Well make sure you punch it down once and then let if rise again.”

“That wasn’t in the recipe!” I exclaimed again to her giggles.

“Jamie, I gave you exactly what was on Mom’s recipe card.”

“Well, she clearly left out a few steps. What else do I need to know?” I begged.

“Make sure you butter the tops of the rolls as soon as they come out of the oven otherwise they won’t taste as good.”

“That was NOT on the recipe either.” I pointed out but now my sister was in full-on hysterics.

I’m kind of a joke around the kitchen with my family. And, it’s my own fault. 

Mama Sling warned me many years ago. “Pay attention to what I’m doing in the kitchen. I can teach you how to do all of this. You will regret it if you don’t learn.”

I didn’t. And I do. And now I know what she was trying to tell me…. you only get one mom, one shot, and one chance to learn from her.

I was clueless. And now I regret it, just like she predicted.

But there’s something else she predicted way back then. 

Every time my sister and I fought she would drag us by the hand and sit us down and wag her finger in the air saying, “You two need to get along. There will come a day when I won’t be here anymore and you will need each other.”

Once again, Mama Sling was right. 

Okay, so I admit, I bought a pie at Albertson’s for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner. But I did attempt to make Mama Sling’s Famous Rolls.

But not without the help of my sister.
And for that I am grateful.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless!}
Jamie

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