Brioche Sponge And Other Disasters
Heaven help me. I started a brioche recipe today. There will be two loaf pans full of it and some cinnamon rolls.
Seriously. No, stop laughing, dammit. If it gets ruined I’m only out a few eggs.
Incidentally, if Marie Antionette ever said “Let them eat brioche” it might have been meant kindly, as the only kind of bread the princess knew. Or, Rousseau might’ve been talking about Maria-Theresa instead. A little bit of history makes a recipe go down…smoothly, eh?
So we’ll see how this goes down. I’ll probably be refrigerating the dough and doing the loaves, then the cinnamon rolls. OMG. Brioche cinnamon rolls, won’t that be FANTABULOUS? But still, a 4-6 hour refrigerated proofing? No wonder bakers get up early. And I swear, I have never before done an egg wash. I don’t even have a pastry brush. Never fear, for Lili the Seat Of The Pants Baker is here.
Good Lord, did I just type that? I am going insane.
In other news, the kitchen creativity is going hand in hand with fiction creativity. (In case you’re wondering, the bread yesterday turned out to be lovely. It was beautiful.) Jill is moving right along. We’ve gotten through the tete-a-tete in the car and are about to go hunting more scurf. The fun just never ends when you’ve got a character like this.
I just hope the baking binge doesn’t keep going. For Chrissake, I’ll be fat as a partridge by the time I finish this book. The Muse is doing some odd things–I was even thinking of croissants.
Stop me. For the love of God, please.
But if you can’t stop me–or you don’t want to…
…send more flour.
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