Fried Messed-up rolls with baking powder

This little baby was supposed to make my life a lot easier tonight, and provide us with some yummy rolls.

On Monday, I made some rolls to take to a party. I had several issues getting them done, but in the end, it all worked out. For Thanksgiving, my job was to bring the rolls. I made several batches, and most of them had some major flaws. With the breadmaker, rolls are supposed to be so easy, and the recipe that came with our first breadmaker is fantastic but I haven't had much luck lately! I rushed home today to get some rolls in so they could be done in time for dinner. Just as I started putting the ingredients in, Allen let me know he had left his Spanish book at school and we had to rush back and get it. I threw the last of the ingredients in, made sure the dough actually started mixing (a major flaw last time) and we took off.

We made it home while the dough was rising, and when I looked into the breadmaker, it didn't look right. The dough never really rose well. Hubby made it home just as the dough cycle finished, and I asked him to shape the rolls. I ran and did some chores, and came back and looked at the shaped rolls. They were so pathetic. I went through putting in the ingredients, and I realized that I had never put in the yeast. We talked about just cooking them as biscuits, but then we realized that there was absolutely nothing in them to make them rise. Hubby kneaded in some baking powder, and divided them. He then decided he was going to fry them instead of bake them.

I really love being married to a man who knows how to cook, and the fact that he is so stinking good looking doesn't hurt anything either.

My very tough job was to sprinkle the cinnamon and sugar on them when they were done. We went to a charity event last week, and one of the highlights for us is the cinnamon and sugar scones. Our little cooking project was every bit as good.

Here is Morgan, enjoying our "oh so healthy" dinner. He had 3 and was still begging for more.

And Makenzie with hers.

It definitely wasn't the meal I had originally planned, but it was a lot of fun to have my mistake turn into a fun and tasty family project. The kids asked what we were eating. I told them we were having messed-up rolls with baking powder, fried in oil. Hubby just called it frybread.