Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide charols being sung by a choir,
And your mom opening up a can of orange rolls...
Or at least that's how Christmas sounded at my house growing up.
Those good ole crack-out-of-the-can orange rolls... ah, I can still taste 'em today. They were an absolute must for me at the holidays. Well, actually, on Christmas morning. Not a day before. Not a day later. If Santa was comin' so better be the Pillsbury dough boy.
But over the years they have admittedly become less of a mainstay for me. There's still a little sentimental novelty to them, yes. Mom still serves them at Christmas even now, and I'm good with that. But in the spirit of ReDux'ing, I wanted to offer a recipe for this month's challenge that pulled from the memory I have, but put my own unique spin: