Puffy Buns -- Oh Yeah!
I love the word buns. It can be plain goofy ("Honeybuns" and "Buns of Steel") and it can conjure up images of pure lust. For bread, of course--if I think of someone's butt in terms of the word "buns," all I can see are two gleaming, golden-brown parker house rolls peeking out of a pair of jeans.
It's 4am and I'm trying to be quick about this. I want my bed but I just HAD to announce with trumpet fanfare and every other damn sound of celebration: I just made the most glorious sourdough buns!
I just tasted one and maybe I will have to rescind the "most glorious" bit. But they're still pretty damn good. Very light and... how to describe? You know when you sloooowly pull a bun apart and you see all this stretching of gossamer layers and elastic strands?
It's just like that. I LOVE that.)
And they are almost entirely my creation. Very exciting. My buns (Heh. I know, sorry.) were vaguely conceived after glimpsing a picture of cinnamon rolls on a blog I recently discovered by a lady who...knits, which is admirable, of course, but it is her sourdough recipes I am interested in. More and more, I am attracted to recipes that come with alluring pictures, which is why I'm often inspired to bake when I spot something yummy on a food blog. I trust the photographs more than someone just sticking a recipe up on the Web.
So I had this image of feather-soft cinnamon rolls in my head. But my husband don't like cinnamon rolls. Too sweet. Too messy. He eats things that are easy and convenient. I sigh... Still, I wanted rolled buns, damnit.
Also, yesterday I candied citrus peels (will write about that another time), which I wanted to use in my bread.
Did I mention I used my sourdough starter for this recipe? However, I do have something of a confession to make...
Erm, but it's late. Will continue this tomorrow. But after the previous bread disaster, I just HAD to show you my beautiful buns (I know, sorry).