The continuation of the Monkey Bread saga continues…click here for part 1 from yesterday.
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My tween girl and I were baking bread (me) and Monkey Bread (her). While the doughs were rising, and the dishes piling up, and I had my back turned for a moment, she disappeared.
Because, kids. 🙃
So I went searching for her. Found her on the front porch.
Seems Busty the cat came calling, as seems to be a daily occurrence these days, and of course playing with the cat is much more fun than washing sticky dishes. 😐😀
I let her play. It gets her outside, away from a screen, yada yada yada so instead of chastising, I snapped pictures. Because this is what I do and also this is what I need to do to supplement my *Slice of Life in Toronto* blog. Ha.
So while the girl was getting some fresh air, I tackled some of the dishes, and checked on my various yeast-producing jars. I also watched my own loaf of bread rise.
I’m not usually a fan of white bread but this is the flour we have in house right now (all purpose unbleached) so that’s what we’re baking. I still had store-bought yeast as well, but my next baking adventure will be experimenting with the self-grown yeast jars. I’ll blog about that another time.
Eventually, the girl came back inside and and checked on her dough. It was time to divide it, and divide it again, and make tiny little balls.
While she did that (after scrubbing hands with soap and water for 20 seconds under mom’s watchful eye), I melted unsalted butter (half of what was required in the recipe) and mixed some brown sugar (we have only one package) with some white sugar (we have plenty of that) with a bit of cinnamon. The girl started dipping the balls of dough, first in butter, then in the sugar/cinnamom mixture.
They went into the bundt cake form like so:
There was a second rising required, so we covered the dough balls and left them to it. At that point, I
forced coerced bribed begged insisted the child help me clean up the sticky, cluttery mess.
She did. Sometimes I think the drama is all part of the self-entertainment around here…(them, more than me. Mostly them. Sometimes, me, too. Whatever. Boo.) 😉
Finally we were able to bake the Monkey Bread. When it came out of the oven, it looked like this:
So how does it taste?
Well, we omitted the caramel sauce to drizzle over, because we found it to be sweet enough. The taste reminds a little of cinnamon buns. Our general practice is to use about 20% less sugar in whichever recipe we’re following, and it never made an iota of difference in taste. In fact, we find that if a product has an overwhelming taste of pure sugar, it actually doesn’t taste as good as something that allows other ingredients to shine through.
The bit of sugar she rolled the balls in was just enough, and didn’t require additional sweet sauce.
Final note: after dinner, I saw that girl of mine heap some Monkey Bread balls onto a plate and sneak off to her craft corner. I asked her how many she took and she said a few.
I went over and saw at least 6.
So I took half away from her, sent her downstairs to get something, and took that opportunity of her absence to hide the rest of them.
If I hadn’t done that, there would be none left today, and she would have gone into diabetic shock.
Yes, I am known as MeanMom™ around here. So sue me. 😊