This calls for using 1/3 of my challah dough recipe. I worked it out here for you, in case you don’t want to make cinnamon buns at the same time as challah. I generally make a huge batch of dough and bake challahs and buns and babka at the same time.
- 1 2/3 lbs of flour
- 1/3 cup sugar (add at least ½ cup more if whole wheat flour is used)
- 1 1/3 tbsps of dry yeast
- 1/3 cup of oil
- 1 1/3 cups of warm water
- 1 egg
- 1/3 tbsp salt
- Lots of love
Preheat oven to 350F.
Pour the flour into a bowl and make a well in the centre. Place dry yeast into well. Add 1/3 Tbsp of sugar and 1/3 cup of warm water and 1/3 tbsp of flour to the center well. Let it bubble up for 5 minutes. Add 1 tbsp of salt around the edges of flour
Add 1/3 cup of sugar to the flour
Add 1/3 cup of oil to the middle
Add 1 beaten egg to the middle
Add 1 cup warm water to the middle
Mix all together until its desired consistency, I use my hands once they have been thoroughly washed, knead it for ten minutes and let rise for 20-30 mins.
Punch down a 2nd time, knead for another 10 minutes and let rise 20-30 mins.
After the dough has risen, use your fingers to shape and stretch it out to an oblong or square shape. You can also use a rolling pin. Doesn’t matter if it isn’t perfect. Spray the dough with a light mist of Pam. Mix a cup of sugar with a decent helping of ground cinnamon. Sprinkle the sugar-cinnamon mix over the dough. You can add raisins too if that floats your boat. Roll up tight. Use sharp knife and cut 1.5 inch sections and place one by one in oblong pan, until the pan is filled. Let rise 30 minutes and bake 30 minutes. When cooled, drizzle with icing.
I’m cranky these days. Must be the steroids that I am taking that are not doing diddly squat for this back pain. But people, some people, lately are really ticking me off.
I am always trying to figure out the best way to introduce myself, especially in an environment where being a mom is respected and applauded. Most people don’t really want to hear more than a short sound bite, so I generally say – I am a mom, my husband and I have seven kids. (It’s true. I have 4, he has 3, together that is seven). When asked the age range, I give it – 8-15. Yes, sometimes people look at me and wonder, but 9 times out of ten, they just wish me luck and we move on.
I am not interested in telling everyone my life story. That’s why I have a blog! But recently I was talking with a new acquaintance and she asked me if there were any multiples amongst this gigantic group of children that we have. I said no, in fact we are a blended family. There was a distinct change in attitude from the person I was conversing with. Oh well, it isn’t so amazing then that you have seven kids. Three of them aren’t even yours.
Them’s fighting words!! Life would probably be much easier if they were all “mine”. The blended family dynamic, especially when there are other parents involved and other homes where children live some of the time, is much much harder than the biological family dynamic. Just because they are not “mine” biologically doesn’t mean they are not “mine” emotionally. I love the KoD’s kids so very much – they are a part of him, how could I not? They are part of our family, just like mine are. I have a place in my heart for each and every one of our children. Whether they were born of my womb or not, they are OUR children…
Look, I don’t need kudos or awards or anything like that, I love being a mom and a step-mom and that’s reward enough for me. But don’t dismiss my mothering as “less than” because I only birthed four of the seven of our offspring. I am sure this person would not have dreamed of saying something similar to an adoptive parent – that would just be wrong, correct?
I dunno, it just sticks in my craw. Pass the grumpitol….