WHEN I was child, every Saturday night was Red Flannel Night. Grandpa and I wore our red flannel underwear to supper and Grandma, the cook, dressed in a long calico dress and sunbonnet. We’d eat Red Flannel Stew spooned over fluffy Southern style biscuits. Grandma learned to make the stew from earlier generations.
This recipe came about one night when I was trying to think of a new and different snack to serve the next day. The empty plate at the party signaled these rolls were a hit! —Darlene Abney, Muenster, Texas