I baked this batch for the impetus behind the entire Project: a treat for Patrick's last early morning meetings as bishop of our congregation. The minute I scanned the recipe, I knew I would probably like this batch better than the last. For one thing, it calls for four eggs, which meant (I hoped) that the dough would be delightfully brioche-like. I was not wrong.
I know I promised to make the recipes as written, but already I have fudged a bit. I saw no need to proof my yeast, for example. Also, Patrick had requested a cream cheese frosting. But otherwise, I proceeded as directed.
Last night, I mixed the dough and filled, rolled, and cut the rolls. I put them in a buttered pan, drizzled more butter over the top, and put the pan in the fridge. Then I went ahead and mixed up the frosting, too. I wanted to do as little work as possible when I got up this morning.
But there was no escaping the fact that I'd have to set two alarms: one at 4:30, so that I could take the rolls out to rise at room temperature and preheat the oven; and one at 5:30, so that I could put the rolls in to bake. Patrick had to leave for his meetings at 6:30, so the rolls had to be frosted and ready to go by then.
I actually ended up awakening on my own at 4:26. (Whatever.) I took the rolls out and turned on the oven, but by the time I got back in bed, I was hungry. I tossed and turned for about a half hour, but finally got up at 5:00 and read scriptures.
The rolls didn't rise much during their hour out, which worried me a bit. Not a problem; they rose beautifully in the oven and became alluringly plump. I baked them for only 25 minutes, not 30, which turned out to be perfect. The rolls were golden brown on top and cooked through the middle. And they smelled amazing.
Once Patrick left with his precious burden, I had my own roll. The bread part was much richer and more complex in flavor than the Everyday recipe. The texture was perfect--buttery layers of toothsome pastry. The cinnamon filling did not overwhelm, but complemented the cream cheese frosting beautifully. Eating it was a pretty great way to start the day. (Well, and so was studying the scriptures.)
The kids loved them--except for Hope, who doesn't like cream cheese frosting. Once we settle on a definitive recipe, I may well have to make two kinds of frosting in order to make everyone in the house happy.
The men in Patrick's meeting also loved them. One actually hugged me when I got to church, and another wrote me a thank-you email. Success!
I would make these again--but probably only on Saturday mornings, when the schedule could be more sane. I could see getting up at 7:00 a.m. to take them out to rise so that we'd have baked and cooled rolls by 9:00. That feels civilized to me. But maybe if a child were very, very good, I'd make them for a birthday breakfast. We'll see.