I love to bake, and when it comes to cakes, cookies, and
quick breads, I do a pretty good job. I’m even getting better at making pies. Yeast
breads are more of a challenge, but ever since a Kitchen Aid mixer made its way
into my kitchen, I have mastered things like pizza crust and simple breads.
However, there is one recipe I’ve never gotten
right—cinnamon rolls. They are the bane of my baking existence. The dough is
too tough, or it doesn’t rise. You name it and it goes wrong. So I decided to
never make them again. And I don’t need to! There are so many local bakeries
and restaurants that do it so well.
And then I got a copy of the new Ree Drummond cookbook,
The Pioneer Woman Cooks: Food From My
Frontier. I love her recipes. Her first cookbook is full of ones even my
husband, Michael, enjoys. In fact, it is where I start whenever I need to
create something for dinner. (Read more of my thoughts on Ree
here.)
You can see from all of the orange Post-it tags there are
many recipes I want to try.
One of those recipes is Orange Sweet Rolls. It instantly
brought back memories of the Pillsbury’s Orange Sweet Rolls I enjoyed as a
child, teenager, young adult, adult, etc. (Do they make them anymore? I couldn’t find
them on their website.) When I mentioned the recipe to Michael, he thought of
the same thing. Turns out they are one of the few sweet treats he likes!
So I put aside my fear of sweet rolls and decided to give
the recipe a try. The dough came together very easily. I did deviate from the
recipe a little. First, I used rapid-rise yeast instead of active dry yeast.
And I used my mixer, pouring the wet ingredients into the dry. The dough
proofed just as it should. (I also used the trick of preheating my oven at 450
degrees for 1 minute and then turning it off. That gave me a warm place to let
the dough rise.)
Then it came time to roll out the dough. I sprinkled flour
over the counter where I do my rolling, and then got out the measuring tape to be
sure I got the dough into the correct 30- by 10-inch shape.
My counter was too short.
The only other option was the dinning room table. So I
sprinkled out the flour, trying desperately to not get any on the carpet, and
started to roll. I was so focused on getting the dough to the proper length
that I didn’t pay attention to the width. My final dough was 30- by 14-inches.
No big deal, right?
It was a big deal. Once I got the filling spread onto the
dough, I started to roll it up. Not only did the dough stick to the table, but
it was almost too thin to roll! I kept flopping it over and using my bench
scraper to un-stick the dough—all the while hoping I wouldn’t scratch the
surface of the table that was Michael’s before I came along and he loves very
much.
Once I got it somewhat into a long roll (and kept the
filling from oozing onto the carpet), it was time to cut. Ree’s recipe said it
made 48 rolls, which in the photo looked like they were pretty small. I decided
to go with the directions from
her website and cut them into 1-inch wide pieces. Turns
out, I had too. Otherwise I would have never gotten them into the pans.
The result was two of the saddest pans of orange sweet rolls
you have ever seen. I crossed my fingers and allowed the biggest one to rise
and bake, while I put the smaller one into the freezer to bake (or throw out)
at another time.
The rolls looked better after they baked.
And they tasted delicious! I ate two. (Well, I think it was
two. I had to use a knife to cut them into squares.)
In fact, these rolls are so good I think I’ll have to try
making them again.
If at first you don’t succeed…
Orange Sweet Rolls
From
The Pioneer Woman
Cooks: Food From My Frontier by Ree Drummond
[My comments are in these brackets.]
Dough
2 cups whole milk
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 1/4 teaspoons active dry yeast
4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 rounded teaspoon baking powder
1/2 rounded teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons salt
Filling
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted
8 tablespoons orange marmalade
1 cup lightly packed brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
Icing
Zest and juice of 2 oranges
1 cup powdered sugar
Dash of salt
1/2 cup of whole milk, more if needed for a pourable
consistency
4 tablespoons (1/2 stick) butter, melted
In a large saucepan over low heat, heat the milk, granulated
sugar, and oil until warm but not hot. Add the yeast and 4 cups of flour, then
mix and transfer to a bowl. Cover and let rise for at least an hour. [I heated
the milk, oil and sugar until they were 110 degrees on an instant-read
thermometer. I put the flour and yeast into the mixer. (Rapid-rise yeast
doesn’t need to bloom in a warm liquid before being mixed with flour.) Then I
turned on the mixer and poured in the warm liquid.]
Stir in the remaining 1/2 cup flour, the baking powder,
baking soda, and salt. Roll the dough into a long rectangle, about 30 inches
wide by 10 inches deep. You’ll want it to be as thin as you can get it so that
you can add plenty of goo. [But trust me, not too thin!]
Drizzle the melted butter all over the surface of the dough.
Use your fingers to smear it all around so that it coats evenly. Spread the
orange marmalade all over the buttered dough, distributing it as evenly as you
can. Sprinkle plenty of brown sugar all over the marmalade and finish with a
light sprinkling of salt to offset the sweetness.
Using both hands in a back-and-forth motion, gradually roll
the dough toward you into one long log. Pinch the seam to seal it. Then slice
the log-o’-dough into 1/2-inch pieces. [I did 1-inch slices—sort of.]
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Place the rolls in a
buttered baking dish and allow them to rise for 20 minutes. Bake for 15 to 17
minutes.
While the rolls are baking, make the icing. Add the zest and
juice of 2 oranges to a bowl. Add the powdered sugar, salt, whole milk, and
melted butter. Whisk it together until it’s nice and smooth and lovely. Your
kitchen smells like oranges!
Pull the rolls out of the oven when they’re golden brown and
drizzle on the icing right off the bat. The piping hot rolls will suck that
gorgeous icing right down into their crevices and the whole thing pretty much
becomes a miracle.
[It sure was a miracle for me!]