I hate the commercial for Pillsbury individually frozen dinner rolls. The mom is just so complacent and accepting of the fact that her family wanders in any ol' damn time they please and expect to have a hot and hearty meal served up to them like she's some kinda personal cafeteria. And gosh, if she didn't have frozen rolls ready to go when they got in, she just wouldn't know what to do with herself. Nauseating. Annoying. Painfully retro. What decade is this woman from? (Not to mention, although I'm gonna, that there is absolutely nothing remotely special about having frozen bread. This is easily accomplished by placing any roll you like into the freezer. And unless her family is subsisting on bread alone, doesn't really do much in the way of helping her provide a decent meal.) Peace.