A mother never fully realizes her influence upon her daughter until her daughter comes home from college one Friday night and says, Hey Mom, I was bored at school today and went to Ruhlman's blog and saw these wonderful looking hot rolls and we've gotta make 'em.
Funny coincidence, since I was looking at this very same blog, on the very same day, and thinking the very same thing. Also, I had just came home from the grocery store with some local butter and honey - both items called for in the recipe - so it seemed like the perfect idea.
Now my daughter and I are very close and a lot alike. We share the same goofy sense of humor and sensible taste in clothes. But her going to this blog seemed a bit strange to me, since my baby girl - who hates it when I call her that because she was born 36 - never really got into cooking or anything domestic for that matter.
But I guess a bit of me somehow managed to rub off on her, since I was the one who first introduced her to Ruhlman, and she loves to eat. And this love of eating, after all, was her main motivation for this bread baking endeavor.
If you go to http://ruhlman.com/ you will find a much more enticing picture of these ethereal rolls along with his recipe.
The weather was cold and gray, a perfect day for baking bread. I had such high hopes. But I gotta admit, I was a bit disappointed. I followed the recipe to a tee, but the dough rose a little too high in the springform pan and the bread-to-crust ratio was a bit off. Next time, instead of 12 gigantic rolls in a spring form pan, I will try making 24 rolls in two round cake pans.
Bread is a funny thing, perhaps it was the size of my pan, or the flour I used, or my cheap, rental kitchen oven. Who knows? And who cares? I spent some time with my girl and we ate some bread and had a few laughs.
What else matters?