I’m surprised this recipe came out as nicely as it did, because boy did I mess it up. This was my first time making brioche…
Mom made this Stollen every Christmas and the thought of it brings back a torrent of wonderful memories. It looks like it may be heavy or hard, but actually it is light and sweet with chewy bits and icing drizzle and all sorts of magical goodness.
Seriously. Let’s get crazy and throw some dragon fruit, orange juice, dates, cranberries and coriander into a sweet roll bread and drizzle some buttercream icing on it. Hallelujah.
What could be better than apricots soaked in ginger beer? I’ll tell you what… nuthin. This recipe rocks – I know because my wife Becca gave it her “I could eat another slice” seal of approval!
My son, Sawyer, doesn’t like ‘bits’ in bread. Anything with seeds, nuts, flecks of onion, olives, and so on – he won’t touch. So, this is pretty much the anti-Sawyer bread, made with nine different seeds.
The glaze (or syrup as Mom calls it) is the secret weapon of this recipe. It seeps into the spirals and turns into actual cocaine. Not really…
Becca and I have amassed a store of canned beans to make a doomsday prepper proud. Nice to have a can of organic black lentils on hand when you need them!
I came up with this bread while stroking my waxed mustache and admiring my man bun. It’s a hipster thing. You don’t have to be a hipster to make it, but you really ought to like blue cheese.
Is it fair to judge a bread on the quality of toast it makes? On this merit alone, you should drop everything and make this delicious bread. Woo!
I purchased a bread cloche the other day. I feel like a bread baking super hero. Now I can get crispy crusts and airy crumbs like French boulangers – and I don’t have to fly to France to do it.