When we were dating and then newly married (12 years ago), my mother-in-law (MC) lived only 3 miles from our house. And she always had a bag of these in her freezer. Adam and I would go over to MC's house and bake a whole bag...and proceed to eat the whole thing.
We were laughing about this tonight, and Adam said, "Gee, hon, I wonder why you were 20 pounds heavier back then!" Most women would scoff at this, of course, but I just laughed and said, "I know, right?" Because he was right on the dot about that.
But here's the interesting thing: I don't miss the 20 pounds...but I miss the memories created around those pizza rolls. Some of the crappiest food ever, truly. In every way. But I remember Adam putting them on a foil-lined baking sheet. I remember that I was always in charge of putting music on MC's stereo while he got the food ready. I remember lots of laughing, lots of games of pinochle and Acquire, and lots of good music.
So I find it interesting that with all the local, fresh, seasonal food I eat...all the weight I've lost...all the extraordinary meals I've made...
I kinda miss the pizza rolls.