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
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.