All this bloody baking is going to cause me to spiral quickly into a drunken haze of insanity. The plan was a simple one in that before bedtime on Friday night I would have perfectly shaped bagels resting in the fridge overnight. This would allow me to wake up on Saturday morning, boil some water, bake some bagels, and catch up on the DVR while enjoy a freshly made egg, cheese, and bacon bagel sandwich. What really happened is another story….
Friday night get home from work, change into comfy clothes, start sponge, and let sponge rest for a couple hours. I come back after two hours to a sponge that is not bubbling and frothing like the Bread Baker’s Apprentice promised me. Instead I am staring at a sponge that has a single bubble and when I tap the bowl I hear the sponge chuckling at me. I tell myself to be patient as I head out to occupy myself with more errands. Two hours later I come back and I swear the bubbles in the sponge have formed a perfect finger flicking me off and the laughter has moved from a gentle chuckle all the way to a full blown har har har. At this point I felt it was in my best interest after angrily scraped the sponge out of the mixing bowl into a trash bag to open a bottle of wine and regroup.
On Saturday was round two and I finally got a bubbling frothing sponge. The only changes I made was I made sure the water was room temperature and I moved the sponge by my computer speakers so it could get a heavy dose of angry music in a desperate attempt to enrage my sponge into bubbling.
Having a perfect sponge I now set off to knead the dough. On twitter everyone was talking about how hard the Kitchen Aid was struggling to knead the dough. I like to think that the Kitchen Aid assembly robots knew that Fred (yes my Kitchen Aid is named Fred) was going to a hopeless wanna be baker and upgraded it with a higher end motor that by destiny would arrive on my front steps. My dreams of this were quickly crushed when I had the Kitchen Aid cranked all the over to 10 and it was struggling to keep up. So for the first time in my life I had to hand knead.
I have watched Italian grandmothers on television and in real life who can barely walk effortlessly knead the perfect dough. After hand kneading for 15 minutes I swear these grandmothers are getting their prescriptions from the same doctor who Manny Ramirez goes to. I am not meaning to brag but I play racquetball two times a week, softball two times a week, lift at least two times a week, and all around am extremely active. I found myself gasping for air and sadly sore after 15 minutes of pushing and moving dough around. Not only did I feel sore but also a feeling of sadness and humility on the inside.
After the kneading of the bread was complete the rest of the bagel making went smooth. I like to think the bread devil got his laugh at the new guy and I fell for another one of his evil pranks.
I simply topped my bagels with poppy seeds, Parmesan cheese, and poppy seeds. Figured I made it this far not going to get fancy and screw everything up with some funky topping that destroys everything. They maybe ugly bagels but they are proof that beauty is on the inside because they turned out amazing. Definitely a recipe I am looking forward to making again and again. (Click here to read the rest…)
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