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I have several draft posts set aside for myself, one of which I added just last night. Several are from this time last year, when I started  my blog. They have to do with my family and my childhood, and were largely my efforts to piece together what I know from the snippets, memoirs, white … Continue reading Ignore This Post.

My Buns…(the Brioche Ones)

So a couple of weeks ago, I tried my hand at brioche bread. I didn’t know that I had picked a recipe for “light” brioche until the baking was in process. So last week, I decided to try my hand at the upper crust kind – full of buttery goodness and all the guilt associated with it.

While there are a number of videos showing the proper way to hand-knead the dough, it was hard to find a good recipe. For the record, hand-kneading the dough was totally by choice and had nothing to do with the fact that I don’t have a stand mixer. Promise! I always like to do it the long way before I take a shortcut. Next time though, I may take my neighbor up on his offer to use his mixer, as a combined hour and half of slamming and stretching made my arms feel like overcooked spaghetti. Yes, way beyond al dente.

I did make a couple of mistakes. The first was that I let the dough rise overnight in the fridge, in AN AIRTIGHT CONTAINER. Duh! I knew better, but I did it anyway. Blame it on my spaghetti arms which must have led to a case of mushy brains. When I opened the container the next morning, there was pretty much zero rise. Doh! Or I guess in this instance, “Dough!” would be the proper exclamation. Also, I followed a recipe that specified water instead of milk. Again, not sure why I did it, as I know full well that milk will provide a much better flavor in any baked good compared to water. “Double dough!”

Regardless, I gave one loaf to my sister, who happened to have a houseful of in-laws in town. I also kept a loaf for ourselves. And because I had a little extra dough, I tried to make a couple of etat just to see how it works. They did not come out very well, as my dough wasn’t as well developed as I would have liked, which in turn was not conducive to shaping the bread.

Oops did I say I made two etat? Well I may have eaten one immediately đŸ™‚

Picture I sent to my sister to entice her đŸ™‚

I think it was a little dense, but my tastebuds were still impressed!

Here’s the recipe I adapted using a few different recipes I stumbled upon: