OK, I'll admit it, I'm the last southern women to have ever heard of Sister Shubert and her famous rolls. Th only excuse I can claim for my ignorance is that I am never in the frozen roll section of the local grocer (the frozen biscuit section, yes, rolls, no). I make my own yeast rolls from scratch.
When I ask my oldest daughter about the famous rolls, she confirms that, yes, she, too, is in the majority of the "knowing" and has been since high school. To make it worse, some our good friends introduced them to her. And, none of them ever shared the secret with me. It must be a conspiracy.
Yesterday, Sister Shubert aka Patricia Barnes came to our fair town to promote her book at a fund raising event for a local retirement home. Here is this petite, nice looking lady with a degree from Auburn who parlayed a family recipe into a multi-million dollar business that she sold on the condition she could maintain the day to day control over the quality and operations. Ie she did what we only dream about. In fact, most of us don't even dream about this, we gave up long ago. Kudos to her.
Meanwhile, the rest of us pay to have tea and pastries, listen in awe to her, and stand in line to buy her cookbook (all the while trying to figure out where she got that darling blue mao jacket). Actually, my Mama paid for my ticket. Once again she plays the guilt card, saying we just need to spend more time together. She's right, we do and she is damn good at reminding me of it. I don't think I'll ever get my life in balance, much less parlay my grandmother's recipe into a Fortune Five Hundred company.
To make it worse, at the event I keep running into friends of mine I haven't seen in a while. And, their comments make it clear, that I have developed a reputation of having dropped off the face of the earth. Great, now I feel like I have crawled out of a cave. Meanwhile, my Mama gives me that look of, "See I told you that you needed to get out more." God, is she always right? Will I ever be that good?