Not everything goes quite according to plan in the Cakeyboi kitchen you know. Take last weekend for example.
I wanted to make some cinnamon buns for our breakfast the following day. Disneyboi loves cinnamon swirls from Starbucks, so I thought I would rustle some up. No bother.
I looked for a pretty easy recipe online and set about making them. The dough for the buns called for pretty much the normal ingredients you would expect. Flour, yeast, an egg, sugar and milk. I brought the ingredients together in a bowl, initially by hand and found the mixture to be quite loose.
I thought I’d pop it into the mixer to knead, as there was no way I could do it by hand. It would have been like a scene from the 1950’s ‘B’ move ‘The Blob’. So I popped on the mixer, dough hook attached and left it for 10 minutes, hoping the sloppy mix would get firmer as the glutens developed.
Wishful thinking! I added more flour as a last resort and it did firm up the mix a bit. I left it to prove whilst I went to the gym and upon my return it had doubled in size, which I hoped it would.
I then rolled it out on to a bit of greaseproof paper, then spread my filling of butter, sugar and cinnamon onto the dough. Then my troubles really began!
I tried rolling it up, but the dough had stuck to the paper. I used a bench scraper to try and peel it off the paper as much as I could. The final result was a mish-mash of dough, sugary cinnamon and butter. I decided to roll it into a ball, then slowly cut it into 6 large bun shapes ( I would recommend 12 more sensible sized buns next time).
I placed them onto a greased pan and let them prove again. At this point they weren’t looking too bad at all. But after the allotted proving time, they had sunk again into a pool!
Nothing ventured, nothing gained and I popped them into the oven to bake. And to my surprise they rose. Not quite as tall or as picturesquely as I would have liked but they did become edible buns.
I whipped up a cream cheese frosting for them and poured that over the buns and then let them cool fully. And you know what - they tasted lovely.
I would describe them as a mix between cinnamon buns and monkey bread. Their haphazard shape meant bits could be torn off to enjoy.
All in all a disaster which turned out not too bad. Here’s how I made what I have now christened Cinnamon Monkey Buns…