From now on, I will be making super gooey rolls. I will be amping it up until I get to the point where it’s just too much…maybe when you can go swimming in cinnamon goop? Not sure. Anyway I’m excited about them. And I’m thinking Cinnamon Sundays! Why not?
We are getting close to fleshing out the idea, the big parts are in place. Now begins the tweaking of it. The fun part. I’m excited to see how it will all come together, so I’m creating these posts as the between part of the before and after. Later I’ll dig through the archives and document the coops and changes over the years.
I didn’t have Grandmothers baking and handing down recipes. I didn’t grow up with baking and desserts. I didn’t even taste banana bread until I was married, had a couple kids and made one myself. I didn’t know how to cook when I got married. Luckily, a simple wedding gift of a cookbook, “The American home cookbook” to be exact, helped me to make edible food for my family.
Who doesn’t love warm bread with a dab of butter and a drizzle of pure natural honey?It just seems natural to add honey to a delicious meal of warm bread, fresh eggs, smoked bacon or kolbasz. It really sweetens up the smoky, salty flavor of the meats.Rich dark roast coffee or espresso with warm bread…
The basic musts are the sheeps-milk cheese, paprika, onion and caraway seeds. All the other ingredients are optional.
I personally do not like overly sweet anything, except maybe jelly beans. I like to think of pastry as a meal that’s a little on the sweet side, easy for breakfast or brunch/lunch.
This brings me today, to three basic directions in my Pastry M.B.A.H.
(Pastry made by a Hungarian)
Kereszt Anyu is standing at the stove in her flowered apron, stirring an old ceramic bowl full of eggs with a fork. She picks up the old worn, wooden spoon, sticks it into a can, and with a quick twist, it’s heaping with pale tan, rendered pork lard. The lard is soft and beginning to…