January 9, 2013 6 Comments
They have cinnamon buns in Zeit für Brot. Cinnamon buns make me think of Louie CK. Louie CK always makes me laugh (and who doesn’t need a laugh with so much winter ahead of them?). He is like a mild-mannered, unkempt accountant type except when he opens his mouth the most incredible amount of expletives and shocking ideas emerge. To which he shrugs his shoulders and grins sheepishly, like he just unexpectedly passed a bit of wind and it’s never happened before…Cinnamon buns are the antithesis to all those dinkelbrots and bauernbrots I consume. Like the hussy men take up with immediately after leaving their reliable, supportive but oh so boring mother of their children. Heston Blumenthal illustrated this phenomenon perfectly when he left his wife Zanna for Suzanne (Please, please watch the video promotion to her book The Pleasure Is All Mine, you will keel over laughing if you are a woman or think the recipes look really good if you are my husband.).
I see the cinnamon buns and I think: “This is what I need, yeast, sugar, pillowiness – badness.” Then half way through I feel a bit bloated, a bit blah. I’ve peaked quickly and now it’s still a grey winter afternoon except I’ve got half a cinnamon roll lodged in my gut. Read more of this post