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OMG, people. Brioche dough, eleventy-one!
I was actually looking for the recipe I used last time, but couldn't find it. Somehow I need to index all these books...
Anyway. Of course Dan Lepard has a recipe. It begins with dire warnings and strong suggestions, about having no one else anywhere near the kitchen and a sinkful of hot water standing by.
He's not kidding.
I love this stuff, because you can make it days ahead and leave it in the fridge and it'll be lovely.
On the other hand, it is the nastiest stickiest claggiest dough I've ever worked with, not excluding ciabatta. And then you have to work half a pound of softened butter into it. When it's already revolting.
(Actually it's kind of fun, in a disgusting-child sort of way - but then you have to clean up after. Eww. And now my finger's bleeding again, and I have to go scrub the bathtub.)
In other news, I'm heading for London in four hours. Stay overnight, and then meet m'beloved at Heathrow and come back here. I, um. Am not ready. I should be cleaning the house and wrapping presents and doing all those things that regular people do when their beloveds come for Xmas. Me, I am making brioche dough and faffing on the internets.
I was actually looking for the recipe I used last time, but couldn't find it. Somehow I need to index all these books...
Anyway. Of course Dan Lepard has a recipe. It begins with dire warnings and strong suggestions, about having no one else anywhere near the kitchen and a sinkful of hot water standing by.
He's not kidding.
I love this stuff, because you can make it days ahead and leave it in the fridge and it'll be lovely.
On the other hand, it is the nastiest stickiest claggiest dough I've ever worked with, not excluding ciabatta. And then you have to work half a pound of softened butter into it. When it's already revolting.
(Actually it's kind of fun, in a disgusting-child sort of way - but then you have to clean up after. Eww. And now my finger's bleeding again, and I have to go scrub the bathtub.)
In other news, I'm heading for London in four hours. Stay overnight, and then meet m'beloved at Heathrow and come back here. I, um. Am not ready. I should be cleaning the house and wrapping presents and doing all those things that regular people do when their beloveds come for Xmas. Me, I am making brioche dough and faffing on the internets.