Baking is my therapy and during these uncertain times it has helped me not lose myself.
The sheer joy of rolling, kneading, bloom, seeing the rise.
Baking bread has a different smell compared to baking cakes. It fills the rooms with the natural smells, no essence, no additives, fresh, pure.
I had tried baking buns earlier, but failed hence gave up too easily.
A different brand of yeast beckoned me from the shelves and a simpler recipe gave me courage to try again.
Tried my favourite Cinnamon buns.
They reminded me of Cinnabon from my stay in the US of A.
Their cinnamon buns called to me as soon as you entered the airports and malls, when you were tired, they gave a much needed sugar high, they swirled and oozed with butter and sugar and glaze dripped on the sides. For a cinnamon lover these were heavenly, my Sri Lankan roots jumped out in joy at such times.
I loved those buns.
From my first attempt being very conservative with the sugar glaze keeping in mind sensitive old stomachs and still to be trained young ones, I went on to try many more buns during the week with a second attempt at those buns in a week's time.
I am in love with these bite sized beauties.
Am yet to share these with neighbours like I do my cakes, still holding onto them like a secret lover.
Pictures below of my yeast blooming- magical, the dough rising and doubling is a miracle, the browning of the bread is fulfilling.
Its soft and fluffy within with a little hardened soaked through top.
The three cheese, rosemary and Olive bread was so flavourful with garlic creating that extra zing.
Sometimes I can find heaven at home!!
All bakes between 26th August to 2nd September
Photographs by my daughter
