It’s 1:14 in the afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas. But. The kids are done with their lessons, two baking experiments are completed, and the granola is in the oven. Whoever said daytime clothes were necessary for productivity anyway?
Have you noticed that blogger now lets us talk to each other in the comments? Yes? When my friend shot me an email informing me of the improvement, I about levitated out of my seat with excitement. The only reason I ever considered switching host sites was so I could have that little, super cool “reply” button after each comment. I hated having to respond to a particular question three or four comments later—so much momentum got lost. But now I’m battling the urge to respond to every single comment! It’s hard, but I’ll do my best not to. I figure I’ve held forth enough in the post—the comments are your turn to pontificate. (But I’ll still chime in here and there. That reply button is too shiny to resist.)
I thought I’d tell you about the chipotle chicken dinner I made for supper last night, but then we had some of the leftovers at lunch and I decided it wasn’t thrilling enough to share. And now that I’m slowly plowing through my enormous new bread book, I’m going to have oodles of bread recipes to pass on. However, I need to bake several before I start yapping—get a handle on Clayton’s approach and develop a taste (literally) for his style, etc. Also, I still want to tell you about garden steaks, but just not today.
I know! I’ll tell you about the braids that I made for a church breakfast and then again, just for us. This recipe comes from my sister-in-law Kate, the same lady who changed my life, or at least my take on the ‘lada experience, with her cheesy beef enchiladas. (Try them, people. You will be slayed.)
She made the braids for us, years and years and years ago, and of course I begged the recipe and made them for myself once or twice, if my memory serves me correctly. But years and years and years went by and I did not make them. Then, with a church breakfast nigh upon us, I decided that the braids were the only possible thing I could make. (One might say I was “fixating.”) I searched high and low, but the recipe had either evaporated or disintegrated. So I emailed Kate. The subject line said “help” in all caps, followed by three vigorous exclamations points—one excited, one demanding, and one desperate.
My long-suffering (she has eight younger siblings, seven of which are boys), sweet, patient sister-in-law emailed me right back with the recipe. (Those adjectives I used to describe her? It’s kind of funny, but I’d never in a million years pick them to describe my husband her brother. Siblings—they’re such wildcards.)
(I take that back. He can be sweet.)
(Mmm, and I guess he’s long-suffering, too, considering he’s married to me.)
(But not patient. On that I stand firm.) (I think.)
The title of this delectable treat is misleading—no braiding is involved. The four loaves are shaped just like a sweet roll, but with a cream cheese, sugar, vanilla, and egg filling instead of butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon. The rolled dough gets knife (or scissor) X’s cut into the top, and the vanilla glaze, drizzle-slashed across the still-warm loaves, helps to perpetuate the braid myth.
A word about the dough. This is no ordinary dough. It is super rich. Insanely rich. Along with the four cups of white flour, there are two eggs, a whole cup of sour cream, a half cup of sugar, and a stick of butter. Oof, I feel guilty just typing that.
But darlings, the loaves are like candy! Impossibly soft and creamy and profoundly addicting, especially when still slightly warm. I can devour a good third of one loaf without even batting an eye. In my email back to Kate (after the initial “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” upon receiving the recipe), I said only this: “Better than I remembered. To die for.”
Take it from here, peeps. You know what to do.
The little clock in the bottom corner of my computer screen is informing me that it’s now 2:01 pm. I’d best go get dressed. Happy Friday!
Vanilla Cream Cheese Braids
Adapted from my sister-in-law Kate’s recipe
These loaves are like a tender cheese Danish, but in, well, in loaf form. I added some cranberry sauce to a couple of the loaves, and that was swell. Other ideas for filling additions that have flitted across my mind’s dashboard include: chocolate chips, lemon or orange zest, sour cherry pie filling, and red raspberries. However, the loaves straight up are super classy. There’s really no need to fiddle.
1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
½ cup sugar
½ cup butter, melted
1 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon yeast
½ cup warm water
2 eggs, beaten
4 cups all-purpose (or bread) flour
Whisk together the sour cream, melted butter, sugar, and salt.
In a small bowl, combine the yeast and warm water.
Stir together the sour cream mixture, the dissolved yeast, the flour, and the eggs. Knead for a few brief minutes before placing in a floured bowl and covering tightly with plastic. (At this point, the dough can be placed in the fridge for 6-12 hours before continuing.)
2 8-ounce packages cream cheese
3/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla
Cream together the cream cheese and sugar. Beat in the egg and vanilla.
Divide the dough into fourths. On a well-floured surface, roll one of the pieces of dough into a rectangle measuring about 8×12 inches. Plop 1/4th of the cream cheese mixture into the middle and spread evenly, leaving a 1-inch border at the top and sides and about 2 inches at the bottom. Starting from the top, roll the dough towards you. Pinch and tuck the ends together and place the loaf on a greased baking sheet. Repeat with the remaining pieces of dough.
Using kitchen shears or a knife, cut six X’s in the top of each loaf. Cover and let rise for 30-45 minutes.
Bake the loaves at 375 degrees for 15-20 minutes. They will get very dark, but as long as they don’t burn, they’re fine. Cool on torn-open brown paper bags or a cooling rack. (They will sink into themselves as they cool. Don’t worry—it’s all good.) Drizzle with glaze while still warm.
2 ½ cups powdered sugar, sifted
1/4 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla
Combine and drizzle on loaves. Or, if not using right away, refrigerate.
To freeze: wrap unglazed loaves in plastic and freeze. (They are very soft, so place on a tray so they keep their shape in the freezer.) To serve, thaw at room temperature. Glaze immediately prior to eating.
This same time, years previous: creamy blue cheese pasta with spinach and walnuts, baked hash brown potatoes
Being deep in the throes of Guatemala, you probably won't even see this. But just in case you do, what do you think the minimum amount of time these need to rise is? You say you can do 6 to 12 hours, but what if they look so delicious you want them as soon as possible?
Hi Lucy! These loaves can be smacked together super fast. Ignore the part about refrigeration and simply let the dough rise in a warm place until double, about an hour or two. Then shape the loaves and let rest for 30-45 minutes before baking. So, in theory, from start to finish and with no dilly-dallying, this could take anywhere from 3-5 hours. Fast enough? (wink)
I think my family would describe me just as you might describe Mr. Handsome but I am thankful for your compliment. And the photos make me want to bake this RIGHT NOW.
This reminds me of King Cake for Mardi Gras. Great timing. I think I'll make some this weekend.
If I can score some free sour cream and cream cheese this weekend I am so making this. BTW, pajamas rule!
This recipe has my name all over it. Thank you for sharing, thank you, thank you! Daytime clothes are highly overrated. Robin in SoCal
Hi Robin in SoCal. I had no idea you were a JJ fan. She's pretty cool don't you think?
I rarely get dressed when we are settled in at home for a day of learning, cooking and pontificating. If we find a need to leave the house, I will change into presentable wear just to spare myself being the town's gossip. Don't need to fuel the ideas that we are 'that family who home schools . . . . look at how they have let themselves go' chit chat.
I rarely comment but always read and swoon and smile at your posts. I admire and adore your family and style 🙂