Pizza night didn't happen last night.  So there I was with all this dough, and not much to do with it.  I decided to experiment.

I took a huge ball of dough and rolled it out into a big rectangle...basically made one huge, thin pizza.  I then started rolling it up, from bottom to top:

I ended up with this:

Which I cut up, arrange in a baking dish, sprinkle with olive oil and bake:

Donna took a batch to a potluck thing she went to, and I handed out the second, larger batch to a couple neighbors.  Everyone liked them, so I guess it's a hit.

It's a lot of dough, though, so I think the grown ups all agree pizza is the better way to go.  The kids, well this would be perfect for the ones who can't sit still long enough to eat dinner, due to excitement of Friday night.

I usually make a lot of pizza Friday night.  We have a good time, and the kids stay up late. 

Saturday morning, everyone sleeps in except those who don't sleep very much, namely me.  So I've been following up Friday night pizza with Saturday morning cinnamon rolls (I use left-over pizza dough).  The smell coming out of the kitchen is fantastic.  I'm hoping it'll be a warm memory for my kids for the rest of their lives...when Dad would make cinnamon rolls.