Yet again I find myself faced with the appetizer dilemma of having nothing outstanding to make, or should I say bake…  The event is a book club meeting, which on this particular occasion is actually a ruse for a suprise wedding shower for one of our newlywed members.  The theme is cherries.  Uninspired yet again, I’m resorting to my imagination and obsession: currently with sweet potatoes, always with pumpkin, and soon to be with brussel sprouts.  I know, but I heart them. 

 Sweet Potato Pizza

I can see Katy cringing as she reads this post; crescent dough is one of the many things she refuses to associate with.  I know this because I have failed at many attempts to woo her with the buttery goodness that comes neatly packaged in a fun twist and pop cylinder courtesy of Pillsbury.  They have even added a baking variety without the usual perforated triangle divisions.  Friends, I’m a fan of home made, but you can’t beat this kind of convenience. 

 

My mother might say my love affair with crescent rolls is rooted in Thanksgiving.  When I was younger my undeveloped taste buds were too shy for stuffing accented with Italian delicacies like livers, chestnuts, and olives.  All I wanted was an extra crescent roll or two, or three, or four.  I was in a roll eating competition with myself – the skinny fat kid.  And so I bring you my newest crescent creation:


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