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August 20, 2012 | by  | in Opinion |
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Lovin’ From The Oven

CINNAMON BUNS

Baking with yeast can be a stressful venture but I promise you these wee cinnamon buns taste delicious and make your house smell amazing, so do try to be brave.

What you need…

For the dough

  • ½ cup milk
  • 3 tsp. yeast
  • 50g soft butter
  • 1 egg
  • 2 tbsp. sugar
  • 1 tsp. cinnamon
  • 450g flour

For the filling

  • 70g soft butter
  • ¼ cup (packed) brown sugar
  • 2 tsp. cinnamon

How to make…

Preheat oven to 200 degrees Celsius. Heat milk until just warmed and then add the sugar and yeast, stir to combine and let sit to activate for about ten minutes. Place flour and cinnamon into a large bowl and rub the butter into it. Add the milk mixture and the egg to the flour and stir to combine. Set aside somewhere warm for 45 minutes to rise. While this is rising prepare your filling by combining the butter, sugar and cinnamon (it will be best if it is spreading consistency). Bring the dough into a ball shape and then roll into a rectangular shape about 2cm thick on a floured surface. Spread filling over the dough and then roll it up along the longest edge. Cut into 2cm thick slices and place on an oven tray covered with baking paper with the loose ends of the rolls tucked under so they do not unroll. Bake for ten minutes or until golden.

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