My dad: Ugh. Everybody hates your pinwheels. Make something else.
Is it any wonder that I've become such a smartass? It's the only way to survive in my family.
And anyway, I only make them because my older sister--the one person who does like them--begs me to all the time. Of course, she's been dieting since she was 16 years old, so if she's had more than a Blow Pop that day, she'll only end up eating about 2 pinwheels, leaving me with the remaining 65 that I have to make my own little family eat for the rest of the week.
But at least I don't get yelled at because I "didn't bring anything AGAIN, you big drunk!" I heard that at family gatherings all through my 20's, and trust me, it got old.
So pinwheels it is, my peeps.