Well more like biscuits. Sweet potato biscuits. James Beard has come through again! I have officially decided to discontinue renewing Beard on Bread from the library and break down and purchase it. I have made at least a dozen recipes from it and they have all turned out fantastic. There are also so many more interesting ones to try! At this rate I may be photo copying the whole book so I figure why not? The dough is this fantastic pinky-peach color that is unlike any other bread I have made. It is hard to tell from the photograph though.
They are impossibly moist in the middle with lots of little pockets of air. So fluffy! They take a considerably small amount of time to make with only two short risings. I even forgot to let them rise a second time and they turned out magnificent anyways. Another perk is that when pureeing the sweet potato I decided to give Rowan a little taster and what do you know the boy took to it! He just has an aversion to the cardboard rice cereal but be ready for some solids after all? Smart boy.
We at them with supper last night and they were equally delicious as egg sandwiches this morning. Yumm. Sweet potatoes.
2 packages of yeast
4 tbs. sugar
1/2 cup warm water
3 tbs. melted butter
1 tbs. salt
3-3 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup pureed sweet potato (or any winter squash)
2 tbs. cream
Combine yeast with 1 tbs. sugar and warm water. proof. Add remaining sugar, butter, salt and 2 of the eggs to the yeast misture, stir. Stir in flour then sweet potatoes. knead for 2-3 minutes. Let rise in a buttered uncovered bowl until doubled in size. Punch down then shape into balls about the size of a golf ball about a 1/4 inch apart. Let rise until doubled. Brush with remaining egg and cream. Bake in a preheated oven at 375 for about 20 minutes. Enjoy!
On a side note, my outfit must have sparked a small amount of pity yesterday…. My friend from yesterdays story brought by some gripe water for Rowan and a water bottle for me just out of the blue. Very sweet she is. It is good to have some people looking out for you I believe. Even if it is because you occasionally dress like a cracked out 80’s rock star.