There’s something nostalgic about homebaked rolls. My mother baked a pie plate full of rolls on days when she baked bread. Nothing was a more welcoming sight at dinner (our lunch). Served warm, butter melted instantly. Topped with peach preserves, I dunked countless numbers in my coffee. Rolls were as iconic as American Pie. But in today’s times, we find ourselves ripping at crusty European loaves of bread instead.