I did something today I haven't done in years: made a batch of English muffins. Actually, a triple batch (because why go through all the work for just a few?).
English muffins are one of Older Daughter's favorite things. Nothing like a little comfort food on a cold winter's day.
I measured the shortening using the displacement method, something I prefer to do with all hydrophobic ingredients.
Milk, shortening, sugar, salt, heat.
Warming to between 120F and 130F, just enough that the shortening starts to melt.
Then I poured the warm liquid into the flour/yeast combo, and mixed it.
Time to add more flour. Before:
After:
Next step: Kneading.
Ready for the first rising.
Since I tripled the recipe, I knew better than to try to let the dough rise in just one bowl. Instead I greased two bowls, and split the dough in half.
Setting it to rise in front of the cookstove.
An hour later, the risen dough was making the towels look pregnant.
Punch down, let rest.
Rolling and cutting. My cutter is a tuna can.
Each one gets brushed with water (both sides) and dipped in corn meal.
I filled the (barely warm) oven with pans of raw English muffins for the second rising, so two overflow pans went on the warming shelf above the woodstove.
The range that came with the house includes a central griddle feature. I'd never used this feature before, but it worked well. English muffins are "baked" by putting them on a griddle and turning them ever few minutes until baked through.
The final tally. Well, not quite. A number somehow disappeared into thin air the moment they came off the griddle, snitched by Certain Parties Who Shall Remain Nameless.
Yep, comfort food on a cold day.






















