December 13th, 2006

goggles

averting the no bread disaster.

Crossed an interesting mental line on Sunday night.

Collapse )

So on Sunday I was hungry and in need of bread, but we didn't have any bread because I spent the day in Brighton, and lack of trains on Sundays combined with stupid Sunday trading laws meant I wasn't able to pick up fresh bread rolls from Waitrose for breakfast like I usually do. (I'm a fresh bread fetishist - I prefer my bread still warm from the oven, enjoy it while it's crispy on the outside and gorgeously soft on the inside, cannot stand bread that's 12 hours old, and have to be actively ill before I want to eat ordinary "longlife" white sliced.)

We didn't have any bread; but we do have a breadmaker, that I've not used enough owing to the fact I haven't been able to find a recipe that makes bread as nice as the rolls I get from Waitrose. (I have a sneaky suspicion that as well as being obsessed with fresh bread, I actually don't like loaves very much, only rolls and baguettes.) So I pulled out my old cinnamon pretzel recipe that I haven't used in 18 months. Throwing the ingredients into the breadmaker and setting it for "dough" means I get to shape the bread myself and bake it in the oven, and usually gives fairly good results.

Anyway. The strong flour had a layer of mould on the top of it. Both packets of plain flour were mouldy all the way through - the opened and the unopened packet. (I'm mildly concerned about what this means about the level of damp in the wall that cupboard is attached to, but that's a worry for the future, I think.) Richard scraped the top of the strong flour into the bin, and we figured what was left was probably ok. (I read a newspaper article recently which discussed the ways in which food goes bad and whether it's harmful for us to eat it or not, and apparently most of what grows on bread is penicillin, so unless you have an allergy it won't do you harm at all.) The yeast was also pretty old, but it's in small sealed 7g packets, so theoretically fine. I threw together the old strong flour with self-raising flour instead of plain, and old yeast, and demerara sugar that's much bigger crystals than I usually use in baking, and hoped for the best.

Well, what came out was better than the last time I made cinnamon pretzels, back when I was still making them regularly. I remembered (somehow! after all that time!) that 140ml of water always gave dough that was way too sticky, and cut that to 100ml - the dough I got was dry, but workable. I couldn't be arsed to shape it into pretzels, rolling out the long rope, letting the dough "rest", and continuing several times - but I made plaited twists. Instinctively, I used a little cold water to seal the dough where I'd joined pieces together. I ignored the recipe's instructions to dip the whole pretzel into baking soda solution, remembering that always makes the dough "explode", then glue itself to the baking sheet - figuring also that the self-raising flour would do whatever the baking soda does anyway. And in mixing up the cinnamon sugar "butter" for the topping, it seemed entirely intuitive that I could dilute the melted vegan margarine with some boiling water to make it go further without increasing the amount of fat.

I didn't think about what I was doing other than "does this seem right?". And I ended up with cinnamon dough twists to die for. Rich, gooey and sticky - cinnamony yet still sweet (cinnamon can give a very bitter flavour when too much is mixed into dough without sufficient sugar). And perfectly buttery enough despite using a tablespoonful of margarine for the whole lot.

I think this means I can officially now cook.