Aside from fillo, which I can’t find
anywhere across three continents, brioche is the last category of pastries that
I’m tackling. You could even say that I was actively avoiding it. I mean, it’s
so much like bread, I don’t really know why it’s in the book! But since I
scoured Rome for brioche tins and even brought back bread flour, I thought I’d
finally give it a go.
It
took the better part of a Saturday to prepare the dough; so many steps
requiring rising and refrigeration! Yes, when I bake on the weekend, I get up
earlier than I do for work on weekdays. Labor of love… or obsession?
As I’ve said numerous times before, the skills
acquired for specific sub-categories of baking seem to only be marginally non-transferable,
at best. For all the pies I’ve baked, I have trouble making a simple cake! And
for something as bready as brioche, I’m basically starting from square one
again. For pie crust (and cake), you never over-mix because too much gluten is
enemy number one for the perfect crisp (or fluff). So to knead on purpose seems weird. And a little wrong.
Still, I managed somehow. The results weren’t
as meltingly puffy and chewy as expected, but it was a pretty good first
attempt. I was really just happy to have achieved some sort of bread-like
texture! Maybe by the time I get through all the brioches in the book, I’ll get
the hang of kneading and stuff.
Everything’s
better with a drizzle of honey:)
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