Sunday is the start of my weekend… well for the time being, until the shop closes in a couple of weeks, and so it’s usually the day when I get to indulge myself in the kitchen. Not with masses of food-gorging, but with cooking, baking, experimenting etc. Ian takes control on a Saturday, as he has time to prepare and concoct whilst I’m at work, but on a Sunday I like to take my turn.
Last weekend I’d been getting over the last of the snow disappearing and we’d sipped a cocktail or two on the Saturday night, and therefore, I might of crawled out of bed a little later on Sunday than normal. In fact, if my Brother and my nephew hadn’t Facetimed me, I’m sure I could have stayed there for another hour at least. So having been awoken by the cutest 18 month year old on the planet (yes, I am biased) wishing to show his Auntie Lou, his new football, I headed downstairs to see the Husband, have some breakfast and think about what to create in the kitchen.
I asked Ian to take some meat out of the freezer for me, anything would do, whatever he produced I’d find something to do with it. Sausages appeared. I was thinking of doing a filling sausage and lentil casserole, but thought it was a bit ‘meh’ as the sun was shinning and the sky was blue – it wasn’t really a casserole day. Oh well, something would come to me.
Sunday mornings are blog catch up time; all those posts in my Google Reader that I’ve not had chance to read during the week (I was surprised that I’d only 28, nothing like the 70-odd the other week). There’s always something to get my mouth watering, and the thing that caught my eye was The Critical Couple’s weekend burger posts, among the likes of John Salt and Le Manior (I’m not quite ready to attempt anything this fine just yet). Well, they had me so desperate for a decent burger, but I couldn’t think of anywhere around here where I’d get one.
So, if you can’t beat them…. and my ‘fancy-ish sausage sandwich’ was on the cards for dinner!
I didn’t fancy heading out for supplies so a cupboard raid was in the offing, and with all the ingredients in place, I decided to make my own brioche buns. There’s the weekend’s baking sorted…
As it was nearly mid-morning, I really needed a recipe that wasn’t going to take too long to prep or need overnight to prove. I came across a recipe on BBC Good Food, that boasted that it was a 10 minute prep, no-kneading and could be left to prove during the day. Bingo! Reading the reviews most people had good results, a few said that the butter lumps were a bit too much, but in the spirit of experimentation, and the fact I’d everything I needed, I set to it.
Yes, although I mixed by hand and tried to squish the butter as you can see it was still erm, lumpy! But I followed the recipe (there’s a first time for everything) and let it do its thing. Ian, on the other hand being the bread-maker in the household, kept looking at it as he walked past, sucking his teeth – ‘Ooh I don’t think you wanted to do it like that!’ Thanks Dear.
Now I had images of beautiful soft and golden brioche buns being wrapped around a slightly healthier(ish) Waitrose low-fat sausage. In reality they may have had a touch of the golden look about them, but they were anything but soft and bun-like, more of a dense frisbee.
Not to be perturbed, we did give them a whirl for supper and I thought I’d have a go at photographing them. I picked up Matt Armendariz’s book Food Photography for Bloggers after reading David Lebovitz’s interview post a couple of weeks ago. I love Matt’s blog – MattBites.com, and so I’ve been trying my hand a little more at sorting out my photos. I’ll sort a blog post about the book when I’ve had a little more practice, but until then, you’ll be subjected to my various experiments with the ol’ camera lens! In the meantime, here’s my not so brioche, brioche buns!0