hi old friends (and new)
it is I, back with a recipe that is actually almost exactly the same as this one but transformed–
My intention was to make something crazy. I was thinking along the lines of… an apple oat crisp and a pumpkin cinnamon bun having a baby, only the baby would not only be cute but also elegant and posh and be able to stand on its own two feet at a high tea.
I’d say I got halfway there. You can’t tell from these photos but figuring out how to arrange the apple slices in an aesthetically pleasing way was actually such a dilemma. I felt very discombobulated, so I gave up and placed the slices around in a circle (how boring) but somehow it ended up looking like a rose (elegant!!). Then I couldn’t bear to cover that with an apple crisp topping around the edges, like I initially planned out in my head.
So no, I guess the apple oat crisp pumpkin cinnamon bun baby will have to be born another day.
Baking this bread, and these photos, will forever be associated with good memories. Why? It was a special, special day.
I had started the bread off, proofing my yeast. But it was 10 minutes until 10:00 am, which was when the COLDPLAY TICKET PRESALE opened up, and whenever it’s that kind of environment (think course registration) I end up not being able to do anything but sit around and twiddle my thumbs and click refresh. It’s the anticipation, okay. Let me have my fun.