As kids, my sister and I didn’t see our Grandparents all that often. My dad and mom moved away from their hometown of Orillia when my dad got a job in Kingston.
When we did visit, my grandma usually had a batch of these rolls in the oven. I loved the aroma that drifted towards the door as we went in. I can still taste these drenched in butter whenever I think of the..
For those of you who have the time and patience to make homemade rolls, this is grandma’s recipe. Enjoy!
