Tuesday, November 3, 2015
I have the nicest buns in town!
Who says I can't come up with a lascivious title to lure you, dear readers, into my den of iquity? The saga of the buns is short and sweet. Last time I made a batch, I did everything I could to make them amazing. I added an extra egg. I used creamer rather than milk. And I formed them perfectly. Then, in what can only be called a senior moment, I placed them in the oven to proof and proceeded to leave them there while I gallivanted to Henry for supper, only to realize as I was biting into my scrumptious pork chop that I had actually forgotten to bake them. They were still in the oven, proofing. Now the thing about yeast is it does have a limit to it's ability. Left to rise too long, the resultant rolls will fall flat. All during supper I contemplated what kind of mess I would find once we got home. Surprise. They were still raised. I baked them immediately and they were fine. However, I was in need of more, so as I sit here, the next batch is waiting for the oven to heat to bake. They're a little more traditional in size. They're a little more obvious in texture, and with any luck at all, they will meet my standard--the nicest buns in town. And that, my dear readers is "the end" of the bun story!