Desperate times call for desperate measures. This means tripping on the internet to Pillsbury's website to find ANY recipe that uses crescent dough which doesn't involve wieners or simply a recipe that I don't already have.
The stipulation for making the cut was that I had to have all the necessary ingredients at home. No grocery-store runs for me the day before Thanksgiving. No stinking way. I'd turn all them crescent rolls into a gigantic biological experiment before I'd do that. Who wants to stand in line for an hour for some odd-ball ingredient? Not I. I'd be forced to justify the loss of time by purchasing junk I simply do not need. This would be the reason why I am the proud owner of 20 packs of gum.
Well, I found this recipe. Easy enough for my kid to make... but do you think he will? Oh, no... no he won't. I could not even bribe him. Funny how things change though. Once told he wouldn't be able to have any if he didn't help, that tune changed. "Whatcha need ma?" He didn't like my response. I may have gotten the stink eye--but if he glowered at me, I didn't see it directly.
Yes, it was quick... and easy.
I'm a bit of a pecan pie snob, though... It was nothing like the pie. It was more of a cheap American knock-off of a baklava--only baklava tastes better. Not something I would take to a pot-luck, give to friends or serve to company. I would make it whenever I need a pecan pie fix or attempt to freeze a dozen tubes of crescent dough. How often does that happen?
After taste testing the end product, the kid definitely gave me the stink eye.
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