Man, if that amazing title doesn’t make you want to read this post, I don’t know what will!
Let me tell you, this is good stuff.
Brad is ¼ Swedish!
Something that I love love loooove about his family is that they follow lots of fun Swedish traditions. Today is St. Lucia’s Day. You can read all about it here . To celebrate this day, it is traditional to make
St. Lucia’s Buns and have the eldest girl take them to family.
We may not have an eldest daughter quite yet, but that doesn't mean that Brad doesn't want his rolls!
So Brad’s cousin Melannie and I decided that we would tackle the recipe!
Now, some things you should know about me: I LOVE to bake and cook.
I generally like to think that I’m pretty good at it.
Except when it comes to yeast… that makes me nervous!
So, I bravely decided that I would have to overcome my fear of baking with a living organism
so that the love of my life could have his special sweet rolls.
Plus, Melannie is ¼ Swedish, so her good blood and
my good intentions must count for something, right?
I had SO much fun spending time with Melannie! That is a super fantastic thing about getting married… you suddenly have an entirely new family on top of your already amazing family!
Melannie is basically awesome and we had such a blast!
She has great taste in music, we have similar jobs, and we get along great.
The evening included her setting up a Spotify account for me, finding this song,
and dancing around the kitchen with spatulas.
We may have listened to the same song 3 or 4 times in a row.
Go take a listen.
So we mixed and kneaded the dough
and prepared it to rise…
Moment of truth.
Had we killed the yeast?
About 20 minutes passed and nothing had really happened.
So Melannie set the bowl above the cupboards since heat rises.
10 minutes later, still nothing…
So we got the space heater and pointed it directly at the bowl
which we sat on top of a suitcase to be the right height.
Which means WE DIDN’T KILL THE YEAST!!!
We proceeded to shape them into the traditional S shape.
Melannie’s S’s were definitely better than mine.
She says it’s because she is ¼ Swedish. Must be.
Melannie was plenty confident about her S's.
Me? Not so much...
Then it was time to let them rise again.
This time, the only mishap was that an stove burner was still on from cooking dinner
(we were multi-tasking), and Melannie burned her finger when moving the cookie sheet.
Oops. I'm still feeling bad, Melannie!
Then it was time to pop those buggers in the oven and hope for the best.
Once they were frosted and cooled, we definitely deemed them a success!
This morning, Brad said that they taste just like he thinks they should! Woot!
Maybe I do have some Swedish blood in me after all…
(Melannie says that she thinks my great-great-great uncle’s brother’s cousin’s son-in-law’s mom
...once dated a Swede… could be!)
In all, it was a great time and we are looking forward to many more St. Lucia's Days.
Thanks, Melannie for the good time and good rolls!
And to close off, a quick trip down memory lane of the year Brad chose me
to play St. Lucia as he told the story at school.
I remember thinking this was a really big deal! And it was!
Happy St. Lucia's Day
to all you Swedes out there!