You'll Have to Pry Pillsbury Crescent Rolls from My Cold, Dead Hands — Kitchn Obsessions

While you were popping Champagne corks on New Year's Eve, I was popping cans — cans of Pillsbury Crescents, that is.

There are few sounds so aurally satisfying as hearing that gentle explosion when the cardboard canister is cracked against the edge of a countertop, seams bursting to expose khaki-colored dough. And for me, there's no better time to enjoy a crescent roll than on New Year's Eve.

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