Bread baking is an honored Croy family tradition. My husband’s mom makes the most incredible butterhorn rolls. I have tried, but, I just don’t seem to have the same knack. Mine are always pretty, but, they’re drier and denser and heavier than hers. Grandma Croy’s rolls are soft and fluffy and melt in your mouth. Ahhh, they’re SOOOO yummy!
My husband is home recuperating from knee surgery and is pretty bored. The idea occurred to him that maybe he should try his hand at baking bread. Out came the butterhorn recipe and the experimentation began. I must say, he did a great job. Although there are things that will improve with practice, the rolls were yummy good. I think he needs to buy some fresh yeast and he’ll have better luck getting them to rise to the look and feel of Grandma Croy’s rolls, but, I think that the bread making skills have passed from mother to son.
It’s really nice to have a husband who tries new things and takes an interest in the kitchen. What a fun thing to do together! (It’s also nice to come home and have supper ready…)