While I was home for Christmas (forever ago, I know, but still very much on my mind) I got to spend lots of time in the kitchen. One of the recipes on the agenda was making homemade yeast rolls.
I had never done bread from scratch and was very excited to pull out my great grandmother's recipe circa 1930's. Ahh, when life was a little more simple (see previous post on the simple life).
(Me and my great grandmother Musa)
So I pulled out my hoop skirt, pearls and apron to set about in the kitchen. Actually that's a lie. It looked a little more like this:
I do love every opportunity to wear an apron :-)
The party started with the little party in the packet. This stuff:
There was mixing, and sifting and adding ingredients (which I can't share with you because I don't actually have a copy of the recipe with me).
FYI - the best sifters ever are the vintage ones. My mom has one that used to belong to my grandmother:
I have determined that I need to own one. It's an item on my flea market / thrift / antique list. I will find the perfect sifter someday :-) And I plan on only spending a few dollars on it.
I learned many things along the journey to homemade yeast rolls.
I already knew that I love my mom's vintage sifter.
I already knew that I love wearing aprons.
It was confirmed that I like making really old recipes that make you remember special moments of your childhood.
I learned that when you make yeast roll dough, it makes a little crackling sound (kind of like rice crispies):
What is it trying to tell me?
I learned that yeast roll dough really does smell absolutely amazing, even before you cook it:
I already knew that when you make bread, the dough will rise:
The most valuable lesson that I learned on the road to the perfect yeast roll is actually documented in this video:
First of all, mother is not always right. My mom told me that once you put the leftover dough in the fridge it will not rise anymore - WRONG. Leading to my second point: if you have leftover dough to savor at a later date, be sure to place this dough in a container about 3 times its size. Otherwise, it will explode out of the container. While it makes for a funny family moment, it is a potential mess waiting to happen.
Well, that is about all I have to say about this particular culinary adventure.
That was fun. I want to do more food making posts.
I want my own kitchen that I can cook in at any time. Soon - hopefully soon. Be on the lookout for more cooking posts :-)