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Failures in baking

So, sometime... last year?  Months and months ago at the most recent my dad sent me an email.  It was a link to a recipe for a poppyseed roll that in his works "looks exactly like the one my grandmother (that would be MY great-grandmother) used to make."  I was supposed to bring something for Easter this Sunday, so I decided to make it - just for the heck of it.

Yes, I tried out a completely unknown recipe for a family dinner.  Not the brightest crayon in the box...

I made the filling the other day, because the internet told me that the poppyseed filling can be made ahead of time and refrigerated.  I figured it would give me time to mess it up because wow is grinding poppyseeds a pain.  But now I can say that I've used the food grinder attachment for my KitchenAid.

Ideally, I would have actually done the baking tomorrow, but I have a house full of people tomorrow.  So I did it today.  I really do enjoy making yeast breads - I find the kneading to be very satisfying.  I really should find a good bread recipe so that I can make it more often.  But I mixed the dough, let it rise (I set the bowl on the warm woodstove.  That was *perfect.*), rolled it out, put down the filling, rolled it up, and left it for the second rise.  That one went a bit long because a friend came over with some calligraphy/painting that needed doing *right now,* but I don't know if that was the problem or not.  I got them in the oven... and they both split down one side.

sigh

I suppose if they *hadn't* split on the first attempt that would have been noteworthy.  But I'm disappointed.  I'll slice into one of them for breakfast tomorrow morning and see how they are.  This is going to be difficult, because personally I don't particularly care for poppyseed (and I'm sure that my Polish grandmother and Hungarian great-grandmother are horrified.)  On Sunday we'll see what my parents think.  I foresee a problem there regardless.  I mentioned that I was trying this, and it set off quite the "conversation."  Mom was disappointed that I wasn't trying her mother's recipe (I wasn't aware that we even HAD it.)  Then in the course of discussing processing the poppyseeds, that set off a raisins/no raisins debate: dad says yes, mom says no.

So I've apparently put myself into the no-man's land between mom's mother's recipe, and dad's grandmother's recipe.  I don't know who's going to win, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose.  But we have (hopefully) yummy baking to eat, and it'll give us something to talk about.

Next time.  Next time it won't split.

Coda:

Charlotte is dying to help in the kitchen whenever I do anything, so I let her look at the yeast while I was proofing it, and she was NOT a fan of the smell (neither am I.)  I foresaw a huge "I don't like that" refusal to even try the finished product, so I headed it off the only way I could think of - I told her about yeast.  I told her that they are little animals, and that the water wakes them up and they eat the sugar.  And do you know what they do *after* they eat the sugar?  They FART.

What seven year old doesn't just adore a fart joke?  I heard all about farting yeast for the rest of the day, and I feel sorry for her teacher on Monday.  But... she's just dying to try it now.  So I guess I win.

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bytchearse
Mar. 26th, 2016 11:56 am (UTC)
Actually...
Alton Brown talks about yeasts burping. His pizza and bread episodes have yeast puppets doing so, even!

Amazon has all of Good Eats available for $1.99/episode to buy and stream; there are worse things to have a kid watch than a certified nerd food scientist!
golden_meliades
Mar. 27th, 2016 12:39 pm (UTC)
I like the smell of yeast. Not if it's two inches from my nose, but at arm's length, it's really rather pleasant, imo.

I was a weird kid...I never liked fart jokes. I thought Maddie was weird because she DOES like them (I figured since I'd never liked them and neither did my sisters, it was just that BOYS liked them. Turns out...no. We were weird, not the other people. Or so I now suppose.)
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