"She hasn't risen yet, and she's embarassed. All the boys are talking about it at school."
Last week I mentioned that I was going to try and replicate Tartine's Morning Bun.
Things started out nicely, and then everyone was weeping.
Most morning bun recipes I came across, planning to use one as a jumping off point, call for a croissant dough, complete with turns and butter pack, rolled with sugar and orange zest, baked in muffin tins and ending up as small, flaky twirls. I wanted a thicker, softer, squish of yeasty dough. I made the mistake of combining different recipes and techniques, a pseudo-butter pack and a filling that was okay, but not great. I ended up with dense knots, little rivers of cinnamon and sugar running through them, gooey bottoms and dough that was hard enough to render the planned orange zest sugar syrup unnecessary. They were really pretty, but you didn't want them in your mouth. Like so many things.