Finger Rolls: The Superbowl Party MUST
Triumph in my search for the most elusive of rolls
Some of you may recall that in an earlier post I expounded on the many merits of the finger roll, not the least of which is it’s ability to absorb vast quantities of alcohol. It’s real rumble food, folks. And now that the Superbowl and all it’s bone crushing, Belichick-genius-or-madman glory is nearly here, I’ve once again taken up the quest to find finger rolls in the metropolis, where the munchkin of the bread world is about as easy to locate as a native New Yorker in Times Square.
And so I am thrilled to report that the good folks at the Gold Medal Bakery are still fighting the good fight and putting out these little gems. They assure me you can reliably find them at Stop & Shop grocery stores, and lo and behold there’s one a mere three miles from my house! So I called them and arranged to pick up two dozen TOMORROW which will give me plenty of time to whip up the requisite batches of ham salad and egg salad to accompany the baked beans and cole slaw for my Patriots party menu. And beer of course. I’ve been saving up my carb allocation for three weeks, my friends, and on Sunday at last beer and bread will be back on the menu. I am beside myself.
Posted on February 3, 2012, in Holiday fare, Party! Party! and tagged Bill Belichick, Drink and Food, Egg salad, Entertainment, Finger roll, Ham salad, Humor/Commentary, Maine, Patriots, Sports, Super Bowl, Superbowl, Tom Brady. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.





I LOVE finger rolls!
What does one do with a finger roll? I’m assuming that the name is not self-explanatory. Are they used to make small sandwiches and such?
Fill ’em with sandwich salads — ham, chicken, crabmeat, egg salad, whatever you fancy. In my family they also tend to figure prominently in family disputes of the vociferous variety, but conflict is purely optional.
My nearest and dearest point out that I get myself in trouble when I try to reference sports, but even I know that rooting for the Patriots in the NYC vicinity is dangerous business. Glad you will be sufficiently fortified!
I ain’t scared of no Giants.
we too,in floridah, are ready….serving lots of fruit to throw at the refs and G’s. bookies are at the banks…..all is well………
That’s the spirit!
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