October 24, 2011

If You Give a Man Some Crescent Rolls...

Yesterday morning Allen offered to make breakfast.  He had picked up two cans of refrigerator rolls at the market.  This I can not figure out.  But he did.  I had put them in the fridge and forgotten they were there.  But Pa didn't.  I guess he must have been excited about them because he said, "Hey, those crescent rolls are in the fridge, I can make them."  But he didn't just say it, he said it like a kid says, "There is a lollipop on the counter, may I have it?"   

As I was putting my makeup on, he came in with a worried look on his face and said, "There's something wrong with the rolls.  They are browning but they didn't rise."  He said this like a kid who just dropped his lollipop on the floor of a Chick-fil-A restroom. 

So I took a look.  Yes, should be done and they are awful flat.  If you leave them in any longer they will surely burn.  I told him to brush them with butter and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar so they wouldn't be a total loss.   As I walked away, I said, "I can't imagine what you did that they didn't rise."  

I returned to doing my makeup as I thought through the steps of making packaged rolls.  That's when it hit me!  

"Did you roll them up and twist them like the package says?"  

An emphatic, "Yes!"  came from the bedroom.  

Now that I was sure of what happened I asked again, "How did you roll them?"  

He said, "What do you mean roll them?  It didn't say to roll them.  Just to twist into a crescent shape.  Which I did."

Now I've done that routine with the kids enough to know that the package full well said what to do but someone just didn't read all the instructions.  Reluctantly, Allen brought the package from the trash can and we looked together.  Sure enough it read, "Roll up and twist as shown in the picture."  

We debated just what the picture was illustrating for a few minutes and whether it showed them being rolled up or unrolled before twisting the ends into a crescent.  Then one of the boys came wandering by.  

Instinctively, because we say this a lot on Sunday mornings, I told him, "Hurry up and finish dressing or you won't have time to eat breakfast."  

"What are we having for breakfast?"  

That was a good question.  I wasn't sure how to answer it exactly because they were not exactly crescent rolls.  So I deffered to Pa.  And that's how we came up with a title for a new book.

If you give a Pa some crescent rolls, you just might end up with croissant thins.     


4 comments :

  1. haha. the stories I could share of the times my husband has been in the kitchen :) It's the thought that counts!

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  2. Ha Ha- Glad to know my hubby isn't the only one who has no idea how to read directions!!!

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  3. aww funny and cute~ at least he tried..lol

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  4. Wow, that's funny! :D My dad does things like this occasianally, and it's hard not to laugh. :)

    How did they taste? They couldn't have been too bad.

    Love,
    ~bree

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