There was likely more baking than knitting this last weekend, although some of the latter did happen.
A bit of a celebration of sorts forced me in to the kitchen. While I try really hard not to bake sweet stuff because I eat too much of it, I really had no choice.
Found a recipe from my favorite baking book for whole wheat cinnamon rolls. Who knew, before Judith Fertig taught me, that yeast dough would rise in the fridge?? What about all that " put in a warm place to let the dough rise" business??
Anyway, while the recipe says to grind one's own flour from wheatberries, I didn't, but I swear I'll do that once I retire. I swear. Rather, I used King Arthur white wheat, which is my go to... I didn't forget to use Grandma Helen's ancient rolling pin, which adds a dash of those je ne sai quoi old wood fragments, the matrilineal rolling pin version of sour dough?? (Its handle fell off about 5 years ago, still works great...).
There's a reason that I knit rather than, say, sculpt; it's that I don't create matching 3 dimensional free form shapes well (I'm very bad with the Lucia bun S shape...)
However, the result looks pretty fine, on a tea saucer also inherited from Grandma Helen. It also tasted pretty good, the cream cheese drizzle on top used a WHOLE BOX of confectioner's sugar, which sort of mitigated the taste of the tannins in the whole wheat. A particular teenager wasn't unhappy with the lack of white flour
And then...at yes, I confess, Walmart, I found the cutest little mold for gingerbread men cookies, which was convenient as I had some frozen gingerbread dough left over from Christmas (these pictured are unbaked).
Really cute although really the wrong time of year...
On the knitting front, I have had some gauge-related frustration with a pair of socks that I've been working on and put aside last month, waiting for patience to return. I got back to them this week, figured out which needles I needed, and steamed ahead
