The Bread Baker’s Apprentice, Cranberry-Walnut Celebration Bread (infused with Kahlua)
Catching up with the fold of bread baker’s as we journey onward, baking the recipes from Peter Reinhart’s, The Bread Baker’s Apprentice. Peter Reinhart’s blog is posted at, www.PeterReinhart.typepad.com
This lovely challenge is brought to us by Nicole of, www.pinchmysalt.com .
I dedicate this bake to Nicole and Peter.
This bread can be prepped and baked all within a day. However, after receiving a panicked phone call from a frantic college kid, I stopped in my tracks (after the mixing of the dough). Into the refrigerator, and retarded for one full day, I allowed the dough to sit at room temp for one hour before I weighed and scored it, braided and placed it for it’s final rise. One hour and fifteen minutes later I baked her per instructions noted in that lovely book, The Bread Baker’s Apprentice.
Sometimes we simply know that we are, ‘in-the-zone’, and so it was, finally, after days of procrastination (and being held hostage by a hand-sewing project), I ventured back into my kitchen.
I’d purchased large raisins last week with the intention of using them in this bake. Mainly because I frown upon dried cranberries. There’s just something about that item that I find unappetizing. The shriveled skins, or perhaps the mere fact, I am so dedicated to the fresh, crisp, and tart fruit when it’s in season. I never bother with those little buggers in the bag, and yet I had to stop myself before going forward.
“There has to be a reason Peter Reinhart uses them in this bread”…..so off I went to Wally’s World, succumbing to the purchase of a bag, only to find myself tinkering with them once we journeyed home. Three tablespoons of Kahlua later, a few days to soak, and it was time to go for the bake.
They plumped up nicely and exuded a somewhat mystical aroma when baking within their lair.
Rolling and prepping for a piggy-back ride.
There’s a small braid atop a larger braid. Can you see the two?
Beauty is tempting me, but I’m on that diet. (I’m sneaking a piece at dinner time. Shhh…don’t tell on me.)
Bread is a beautiful journey. :)