Wowza! Alice in Wondoughland (the sourdough starter with a quirky name) was definitely on steroids this morning when I made the dough for this Sourdough Cinnamon Babka. The rise was fantastic, the proof was solid and then when I went to bake it up, it almost overflowed the pan yet again. Overall another successful attempt at turning a yeasted recipe into a sourdough. Very pleased.
Sweet Snacks
Red Currants are one of the best things in life! I love their sweet and tart bites of juiciness. The season is incredibly short though, and to prolong the season, the one of the things that my family often does is make jelly. My mom made a whole bunch last week, and with some jelly, I made some Hazelnut Red Currant Linzer Cookies. Bite sized cookies with a great flavor!
There is a dessert / sweet dish in Germany called “Apfel im Schlafrock”. It’s an apple dumpling and the name literally translates to “Apple in Nightgown/Dressing Gown”. I’ve always thought it funny then, to think of calling peach dumplings something similar and the alliteration just works for me: Peaches in Pajamas. Pie crust wrapped around ripe peaches and brown sugar, baked to a golden brown and served warm with ice cream or a creme anglais. Serve as a sweet meal, a dessert — or heck, I had it as breakfast this morning!
Mandel-Rosinenzopf (Saurteig) /
Sourdough Almond-Raisin Challah
Germany on my mind today as I watch with grave concern the flooding and devastation. It’s not the region of Germany where I have a lot of family (though my father’s side is closer, mother’s side is from the south — and not to worry, all family and friends are accounted for and well). And, I had to feed the sourdough starter and was feeling particularly German, so I made this Mandel-Rosienenzopf. Roughly, it’s a Challah style bread, most commonly called a Hefezopf of Hefekranz, but seeing I wasn’t using Hefe (yeast), I couldn’t very well call it either of that, so I went with Raisin and Almond Challah. It’s light and got a bit of a chew on the inside and is very flavorful. It reminds me of my Oma, who used to dunk it in her milk coffee.