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?
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.
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)
Hungarian egg pasta dumplings. Handmade, cut from loose batter into boiling water. Simple ingredients: Flour, eggs, salt. That’s it. But like any pasta, it takes elbow grease, time and a desire to make and clean up a huge mess.
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