However, something that has been missing from my baking repertoire is bread. You may remember that I recently made my first baked good with yeast (it was pizza crust), but I haven't made anything else with yeast since then. Baking runs in my family; my dad has been baking bread for about 10 years now. Eventually I'll make a foray into real breads, but today I attempted a sugar dough: pull apart cinnamon sugar bread (via not martha).
There really is something intensely satisfying about letting the dough rise into a cute little poofy ball and then smushing and punching it back down (that I think you lose if you make the no-knead breads that are so popular these days -- they are definitely delicious, but kneading is actually kind of fun!).
And even though I have now ordered a rolling pin, it's not going to get here until Wednesday, so I improvised again. This week's makeshift rolling pin:
(As Marc discovered yesterday, Sigg should not be confused with Sig.)
Something else that I did for the first time today was brown butter, immediately after doing so, I looked it up online to make sure I was doing it right. Lo and behold, I was, and it smelled awesome.
Other notes about this recipe: I wasn't able to roll out the dough quite as big as recommended, which meant that I had a bit of extra browned butter that didn't seem possible to get onto the dough; also, I dumped the whole cup of sugar on the dough but since it wasn't as big, it was a LOT of sugar, and in the process of cutting and stacking, I lost a bunch. Oh well. Next time maybe I'll just cut back a little. And maybe put some raisins in. Ooh, or chocolate.
Really, what this all comes down to is that people should start inviting me over on Sunday evenings because I will bake things and bring them with me. (Or I'll invite myself over, bearing baked goods, like I did to SV and D today.)
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