Ok...so I was supposed to post this on Tuesday, since the project I am in is called Tuesdays with Dorie, but somehow this week it just did not happen. I did make the pecan sticky buns on Tuesday; that counts for something right? This may have been the most difficult dessert or sweet recipe I have made thus far. It took me a couple of tries as well. Before making the actual sticky buns I had to make the brioche bread the buns were made with--which was the hard part. Brioche is a french egg bread, very similar to challah. The bread calls for a sponge, which is the starting point for most breads. The sponge was supposed to crack. The crack is an indication that your yeast will work. My first sponge (there ended up being three...) did not work, so I threw it out. The second sponge came out perfect, as did the rest of the dough. The dough was doing everything it was supposed to do...I know this from watching the demo of Julia Child and Nancy Silverton making the stuff. It was silky and glossy; a sight to behold. As I made the dough I heard it slapping in my kitchen aid, "music to the bread-makers ears," Silverton said. After the first rise it was all puffy and pretty looking. I must say I was really proud. The last step was to let it rest. I DID NOT read the part that said, "in the refrigerator." When I woke up the next day my perfect dough was sunken in and fizzy looking. I had to throw it out. I felt kind of pathetic. Erik, my husband, told me to let it go. It was just dough...I tried and it did not work out...perhaps it was time to give up, but this is not how I operate. I proceeded to make the dough again. It came out perfect, but man what a pain in the ass!
The brioche took a day and night and the buns themselves took quite a few hours to make. There was lots of time needed for dough to stiffen in the fridge and rise once again before going in the oven, but in the end it was worth it. These suckers were good. It was the first sugar and gluten that I have eaten in over a month. The friggin things may have been what kept me up the night I ate them, but no matter---they were GOOD and even better for all the love put in.
On a totally different note last week I got some blood work done. It ends up I have a type of psoriasis called guttate psoriasis, fabulous right? This particular type of psoriasis is caused by a strep infection, which I tested positive for. I am on antibiotics and the have lessened quite a bit, but are still there. Usually in most cases the psoriasis goes away. It may take time. We shall see. I keep telling myself it is something external. It is not deadly, just uncomfortable at times. I have eased up on the cleanse (after I caught myself binge-eating chicken I figured it was due time), but am going to follow what many people say seems to work for them--eating mostly vegetables and fruit with minimal meat products and dairy. The dairy part is hard. I really love cheese, and I kinda feel like I have been so restricted all ready, but I really want this stuff to go away. While doing this I am going to utilize all the skills I teach to others such as staying positive, praying for my higher power to assist me, and to straight up relax because this too shall pass.
Peace Out!
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