There's nothing like the holidays to get you thinking about family. These caramel pecan rolls were a staple at every visit to my grandmother's home in Iowa, especially during Thanksgiving, where pecan is king.
She would make them ahead of time, store them in the fridge, and then on a crazy morning where my cousins and aunts and uncles and second cousins and sisters were rising from the twin beds and air mattresses in the basement, we would walk upstairs to find these sticky beauties waiting for us, fresh out of the oven. They'd be crammed into the metal 9x13 pan she always used, whose lid was labeled with an address label to her home to make sure no one ever tried to swipe it. We'd cut the rolls out, making sure to spoon enough caramel-y goodness on top, plop it down on a plate (never a paper plate, because grandpa actually loved doing dishes), pair it with a cup of coffee that was definitely spiked, because this was grandma's house, and all was right in the world.
Because Grandma Pearl was a working woman, she used store-bought dough. And no one's going to judge you for your half-homemade pastries, because these babies are so good you can't even tell.