I’ve been thinking about buns. Fresh baked, still hot from the oven, butter melting, heavenly smelling, buns. My mom used to bake bread and buns when I was a child and I can still remember what a treat it was for the senses to come home from school on the days when she baked. The smell of fresh bread has always whispered home to me.
When I was a young mom I used to bake as well. Occasionally I baked bread, but more often I made buns. I still have recipe cards written in Mom’s handwriting for Air Buns and Overnight Buns and lately they’ve been calling to me.
The challenge is this kind of baking is an all day commitment. From making the dough in the morning, waiting for it to rise and punching it down a few times throughout the day, forming the dough into balls, waiting for them to rise, and then finally baking the buns, it’s not a task that a working woman can take on very often.
A few years ago bread makers were very popular and we bought one. It worked pretty well and I turned out some pretty tasty treats, but it felt almost like cheating.
It’s summer, the house is warm, I can manage to be home all day on a Saturday now and then, I’m thinking that there are some fresh buns on the horizon for us!
I’m also toying with the idea of getting a KitchenAid mixer. Gerry is trying his best to talk me into it, but I’m concerned that I won’t use it often enough. That dough hook that comes with it is making it more attractive at the moment though. I haven’t kneaded dough for many years, and I’m wondering if a dough hook would be the way to go. Then again, if I used the KitchenAid it wouldn’t be the old traditional method that I’m longing for.
Hmmm….so many things to think about on this Saturday morning.