Brioche -- 2 ways

oh the wonders and possibilities of an enriched dough

My first memory of tasting freshly baked bread at home was when I was eight years old at a sleepover at my best friend Ida’s house. She was from Denmark, and I guess it was the norm for her to wake up every morning to her mom’s freshly baked bread, still warm and steaming from the oven. As someone who was more used to a bowl of oatmeal or cereal, and the occasional pancakes on weekends, I was in total awe. Something so simple and quotidian to them seemed so special and indulgent to me. Since then, waking up early to bake fresh bread for family and friends is something I’ve found a particular joy in. There’s not much else that compares to letting someone know how special they are to you with a steaming tray of cinnamon rolls first thing in the morning.