The other night Danielle and I were making monkey bread. You just get a couple packages of biscuits, cut them up, roll in cinnamon sugar, add a buttery brown sugar sauce, and bake them.
The hardest part of the whole thing is just opening the cans of biscuits. When I was a kid I liked opening the cans, now I am afraid (and so is my brother). You just never know when to expect the "pop." Usually you have to bang them on the counter, but sometimes they pop in your hand.
Danielle, still young and gutsy at 24, wasn't afraid to open them, so I handed both cans over. The first one opened with a loud bang accompanied with an explosion of biscuit mush. We knew something was wrong... So, I tried the next can and experienced the same explosion. I screamed like a little girl. Sadly, our biscuits were expired - you could tell not only by the expiration date, April 2007, but by the smell as well. I guess all things in cans don't last an eternity after all. Luckily, Ben was at the store and bought us some new unexpired cans.
The second hardest part of making monkey bread is knowing when how long to cook it... I failed at that too.