monkey bread.

i have a fear of yeast actually. well not a phobia in the sense that i might not exactly shudder and die a slow swollen-mouth-red-rashed death with using it, but i've had far more failures with yeast than i've had with other leaveners such as b-s or b-p.

my first few tries with anything yeasty just ended in painful gloops of sticky dough and insufficient inflation which were darn annoying, just because they require so much more work than cakes and the results were awfully dismal. but yeast+cinnamon is such a fundamental smell, one that always makes me feel at home (even though i hardly had the smell of cinnamon at home). i think it's the whole warmness.

tonight i was pushed by an inclination for some me-time to play with yeast and set about to make monkey bread, which is something i've always thought of trying out, but was too apprehensive to start.

but this was easy. yeast+water and then the remaining ingredients. 2 resting periods and then the juvenile process of rolling dough in butter and a sugar-spice mixture which just made me think of playdoh.


and how i've never played with playdoh because i thought it was smelly. well, my second (or maybe first) childhood then.

i was worried about this because i didnt have brown sugar and used golden caster, which i worried might not melt properly. the melted butter and sugar will SCARE you but i assure you this is no worse than cake. which is basically the same just that the butter and sugar is in the dough. i haven't made you feel any better, have i?


15 minutes into baking and the kitchen smelled amazing. 35 minutes later and it was done, well risen and smelling so good. this is 1230am, by the by and my hallmates stole about 50% of the entire pan such that i am currently hiding the pan in my room which makes my room smell good and me feel hungry :| well.



since i hardly changed anything about the recipe beyond the fact that i used caster sugar rather than brown, i'll link you to the original on baking bites.

1:29am now and it's time for sleep. smelling cinnamony and liking it.

by the way, this is how the bread looks like now, after my hallmates got at it. nothing else makes me feel so appreciated, really.


and so ends my first post. a job well done i think.