Ok it's really more like....
I saw this recipe while browsing around this week and really wanted to try it. I asked Taylor if he would do his monthly visits to a few families on Sunday, just so I would have an excuse to make them (And also because the rule about me baking is we have to give away a minimum of 1/2 the goods). He arranged it and I shopped for the ingredients.
I am not a good cook. I am getting better all the time. I mostly struggle to be confident in the kitchen, I tend to panic if something starts to go a little bit wrong. Then we're in trouble cause I'm in freak out mode so it really goes South from there. That's when it's good for Taylor to be home, he calms me down and usually solves the problem. This recipe was no different, let me paint you a picture of how it went...
First of all, I told Taylor before he went golfing on Saturday, "Hey, I don't eat oranges, but I bought them to use in the recipe. I have to zest them... will you eat them after I zest them? Crap Tay, we don't own a zester...." That's when I went to the store and my kitchen has a new tool. Yay! So I start the recipe, seems to be going well. Turns out I'm a pretty good zester :). The part I was dreading was the yeast, never used it before... This is where the 30 phone calls to my mom come in. Poor lady is in Florida trying to enjoy herself and her phone was ringing every five minutes with a panicked me on the other end. She helped me through it, thought my explanation seemed correct so I threw it in. Let me just say by the end of it my dough didn't have nearly enough flour in it, but I stuck it in the bowl with the towel over it to rise.
I check back an hour later, absolutely no progress. Here's where I get on facebook, say how much I hate yeast, call my sister pissed off about my rolls I had been excited about making all week, tell Taylor he needs to come home from golfing to help me start over because I'm sure HE can figure out how to use yeast, and tell my mom I actually failed. So sad. But I watched DWTS online and distracted myself a bit, then checked again. I did a double take because what, MY DOUGH WAS RISING! Here's where I return to my phone and tell my mom, sisters, and Taylor, just kidding! It's also where I realize how impatient I really am....
I'm so proud when my dough has "doubled in size" like the recipe says. I did have to add a bunch more flour, my dough was way stickier than smooth. I kneaded it all pretty, cut it into my four parts, and start rolling them out. This part I wasn't afraid of, I have watched my mother the champ do it a million times. So I roll away, and here's when Taylor comes home (and comments that it looks like a flour bomb went off in our house). Now I'm in the BEST mood, showing him how great my crescent shape is and how good they smell. And that's when Taylor says, "They look awesome! So when do you put in the filling?" I FORGOT to put in the filling. Here's where the tears part happens.... So I sit down and eat pizza and Taylor proceeds to crush my pretty crescent rolls, roll them out again, and PUT ON THE FILLING (that I had made long ago and was sitting right next to me). He is so nice... and so calm in the kitchen.
We tag team the re-do and then they have to rise AGAIN. I hate waiting for things to rise. Now I know to look for recipes that only have to rise once. We stick them in the oven and are so excited. They come out of the oven, and they are perfect! Best orange rolls I have ever had! I only slaved over them for 6 hours, turned on my AC for the first time this season cause I was a sweaty-nervous mess, and I only cried once. I marking this one as successful.
and here's the photo's my phone could capture...
me+yeast+30 calls to my mom+6 hours+tears+Taylor= delicious orange rolls!
I saw this recipe while browsing around this week and really wanted to try it. I asked Taylor if he would do his monthly visits to a few families on Sunday, just so I would have an excuse to make them (And also because the rule about me baking is we have to give away a minimum of 1/2 the goods). He arranged it and I shopped for the ingredients.
I am not a good cook. I am getting better all the time. I mostly struggle to be confident in the kitchen, I tend to panic if something starts to go a little bit wrong. Then we're in trouble cause I'm in freak out mode so it really goes South from there. That's when it's good for Taylor to be home, he calms me down and usually solves the problem. This recipe was no different, let me paint you a picture of how it went...
First of all, I told Taylor before he went golfing on Saturday, "Hey, I don't eat oranges, but I bought them to use in the recipe. I have to zest them... will you eat them after I zest them? Crap Tay, we don't own a zester...." That's when I went to the store and my kitchen has a new tool. Yay! So I start the recipe, seems to be going well. Turns out I'm a pretty good zester :). The part I was dreading was the yeast, never used it before... This is where the 30 phone calls to my mom come in. Poor lady is in Florida trying to enjoy herself and her phone was ringing every five minutes with a panicked me on the other end. She helped me through it, thought my explanation seemed correct so I threw it in. Let me just say by the end of it my dough didn't have nearly enough flour in it, but I stuck it in the bowl with the towel over it to rise.
I check back an hour later, absolutely no progress. Here's where I get on facebook, say how much I hate yeast, call my sister pissed off about my rolls I had been excited about making all week, tell Taylor he needs to come home from golfing to help me start over because I'm sure HE can figure out how to use yeast, and tell my mom I actually failed. So sad. But I watched DWTS online and distracted myself a bit, then checked again. I did a double take because what, MY DOUGH WAS RISING! Here's where I return to my phone and tell my mom, sisters, and Taylor, just kidding! It's also where I realize how impatient I really am....
I'm so proud when my dough has "doubled in size" like the recipe says. I did have to add a bunch more flour, my dough was way stickier than smooth. I kneaded it all pretty, cut it into my four parts, and start rolling them out. This part I wasn't afraid of, I have watched my mother the champ do it a million times. So I roll away, and here's when Taylor comes home (and comments that it looks like a flour bomb went off in our house). Now I'm in the BEST mood, showing him how great my crescent shape is and how good they smell. And that's when Taylor says, "They look awesome! So when do you put in the filling?" I FORGOT to put in the filling. Here's where the tears part happens.... So I sit down and eat pizza and Taylor proceeds to crush my pretty crescent rolls, roll them out again, and PUT ON THE FILLING (that I had made long ago and was sitting right next to me). He is so nice... and so calm in the kitchen.
We tag team the re-do and then they have to rise AGAIN. I hate waiting for things to rise. Now I know to look for recipes that only have to rise once. We stick them in the oven and are so excited. They come out of the oven, and they are perfect! Best orange rolls I have ever had! I only slaved over them for 6 hours, turned on my AC for the first time this season cause I was a sweaty-nervous mess, and I only cried once. I marking this one as successful.
and here's the photo's my phone could capture...
good job abbs! i refuse to make any bread...it NEVER turns out for me. pillsbury and rhodes rolls are the only way i go when it comes to making rolls of any sort.
ReplyDeleteim soo glad Taylor is our home teacher, cuz these were sooo yummy! They lasted about 1 hour before they were gone! good job! your hard work and tears paid off!
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