Easter Recap: Breaking Bread
The decorations have been put away, the candy baskets have been separated and divided, and the last of the ricotta pies have been finished. Another Easter holiday has come and gone. It was a good holiday for us this year filled with family get-togethers, insane amounts of home made food, breads and desserts, a trip to the zoo with the kids, and beautiful spring weather. Aside from a minor ‘ham catching on fire’ incident at my in-law’s house, it was a perfect holiday weekend. There was, however, a slight situation that had me a bit concerned….
In my last post, I wrote about my attempt to make Easter bread this year. I did my research, checked out a good amount of recipes, and put together what I thought would make for a traditional Easter bread. I gave it a test run the week before Easter and got thumbs up across the board. I wrote out the recipe, posted it on my blog and shared it with my readers. Compliments and kudos came in, and a few people even said that they were looking forward to trying the recipe themselves. Mission accomplished, right?
Holy Saturday (the day before Easter) was a particularly busy day. Aside from the regular weekend chores, we decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather to catch up on some outdoor cleanup. On top of all this, I still had plans to make two of my ‘perfected’ Easter breads. Now, as I’ve written a number of times, I am no baker. I am not familiar with the in’s and out’s of dough, but I do know that the slightest adjustment can screw up your dough like nobody’s business. I followed my recipe to the tee, covered it and let it alone to do it’s thing. I check on it an hour later and it looked nice and poofy, all ready to go…or so I thought.
I don’t know when it happened, how it happened or why it happened, but when I went to punch down the dough, it turned into a gooey mess. Maybe it was the humid weather, maybe not. Whatever it was, it wasn’t dough that could be weaved, braided and twisted as I previously promised. SInce it was now 8:30 at night, I was faced with two options – scrap the dough, hang my head in shame and have no Easter bread to serve for breakfast, or make some sort of compromise. I found that compromise in the form of a tube pan. I figured if I can’t shape the bread, let the bread shape itself. And that it did in the tube pan! What started out as a glop-fest rose into a beautiful, cake-shaped loaf of sweet, fresh bread. A little glaze and some candy sprinkles later, and the bread was saved. It was an Easter miracle!
So, if you tried my recipe and had similar struggles, my heartfelt apologies. But if you own a tube pan, give it a shot next year. I promise you’ll be glad you did!
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