A few weeks ago, you might recall, I was struggling with the Kaiser Roll Quandary--and, thanks to EYB, had found and got ready to test some hamburger buns from The Commonsense Kitchen.

Well, what with one thing and another--and about 24 inches of snow--it took me till yesterday night to get round to trying it.  I had a meeting to go to after dinner, so I put the yeast and sugar into the mixer bowl and threw a sack of flour and a measuring cup on the counter to remind me I was in the middle of a project, when I came home in the inevitable, preoccupied fog.

When I returned, I stared stupidly at the ingredients for a moment before remembering about the buns.  But then I snapped to, made the yeasty sponge and let it sit in the cold kitchen overnight, while MORE snow fell.  Before dawn, I worked the sponge into a dough; as the phone rang announcing another 2-hour school delay, I worked the dough into buns.  The kids and I shoveled the drive, and then baked the buns; and on our snow-caked, rosy-cheeked walk to school, we ate them.

If there is a better walking-to-school-in-the-snow treat than a hot bun, its steaming crevices aswarm with butter, I don't know it.  It might almost make you wish it snowed every day. It might--yet I think you'll agree that in the end, it doesn't.