When things get hard, make something beautiful.
2019 started off with unexpected medical diagnoses for my family. When you are facing something that you can’t change or overcome it is hard to process. I decided to take my grief and turn it into creativity. Bread making is definitely not my strength, but an art I look forward to learning more about. The patience involved is often rewarded with a light, airy and intricately crafted treat that can only be achieved with time. Cinnamon wrapped in layers of soft bread was the goal.
I started with a basic dough and let it slowly rise in my garage, which has been much like a refrigerator these days. Once the dough had warmed up a bit on the kitchen counter, my munchkin helped me roll out the soft dough and then cover it with softened butter, cinnamon and sugar. After carefully rolling into a log, we sliced perfect little spirals and then gently placed them into two loaf pans. There were about 3″ of snow outside beckoning an ever adventurous child, so we briefly warmed the oven and let the dough in the loaf pans rise while we played outside.
Once our noses were thoroughly frozen and our bums were wet from snow angels, we baked the bread. The smell of cinnamon wafting through the house was tantalizing. After the agonizing wait for the bread to cool we finished one loaf with cream cheese frosting.
Rustic, simple, delicious.