Yesterday, my cohort and I had an afternoon of craft-up and flick watching, and while finishing off some cabled fingerless mitts I’ve been neglecting for some time, I also decided to whip up a loaf of my by now famous Cinnamon Toast for Laura’s roommate Ashley, whose birthday is today.
It made my entire apartment smell ooey-gooey, sticky sweet and buttery and would make anyone drool for a bit o’ bread, even if they’re not a fan of the sweet.
This cinnamon toast is pretty much idiot proof–and doesn’t involve any crazy starters, just yeast and butter and milk, salt, cinnamon, sugar, and flour. The bread itself is slightly sweet (cinnamon is in the dough) and the filling will melt when you toast it up. Yumsies!
This is the dough rolled out and smothered in butter after its risen for about an hour and puffed up to double its size.
And the best cinnamon to use, hands down, is this Watkins stuff which comes cased in one of those old school tins, which is delicious in its own right.
Someday soon I’ll share the recipe, but for now, I have a few thousand more loaves of this bread to make for people I know.