When I decided to make sticky buns yesterday, I figured that going for something simple would be best. After all I’m no master of the oven; I’m actually a full fledged novice when it comes to anything baking. Who better to turn to than Ina when looking for a straight forward recipe with a delicious result. I found her Easy Sticky Buns on the Food Network Website and got baking.
Okay, these directions sound easy enough right? WRONG!!!! Well I can’t go blaming Ina really. I should’ve foreseen a problem when my puff pastry was still a little frozen when I tried to work with it. In my attempts to defrost it, I also cooked some of it too. I know, most of you bakers would see a red flag here, but in my blind hope for success, I continued on with the recipe. I somehow managed to roll out the pastry and cover it with the filling. I rolled it up like a jelly roll and it seemed to look just like Ina had described. 12 cuts later, each little piece fit perfectly atop the butter and sugar mixture in the muffin tin pan. I popped everything in the oven and waited patiently for that warm buttery smell of puff pastry.
But alas! 20 minutes later, the room was not filled with that wonderful smell, but of SMOKE! I opened the oven door and to my disdain, there was a massive fire burning up all my hard work. I ran for the fire extinguisher. I tore it off the wall and attempted to work it. No luck. Perhaps I should’ve listened during fire safety in 4th grade. Whitney wasn’t home and I felt trapped! I yelled for Danny who was sleeping in the other room. He ran over, filled up a bowl of water and doused my carefully made creations. So the fire went out, but all my little rolls were sopped in water.
I sunk to the floor. These were supposed to be easy. How did I mess them up? Was it a puff pastry mishap? Did butter burn in the oven? I felt despair when I realized that the fault was definitely mine. Ina would be so disappointed. But then again, what if by some crazy chance, my old, terrible, worn out chinatown oven just lit up because it was tired. Yup. I solved the case. It was surely the ovens fault…maybe.
Despite looming tragedy, I decided to throw the babies back in the oven for round two. I couldn’t start another fire right??! In the end, most of the buns were too soaked with water to puff up any more. But to my satisfaction, three little guys survived!!!
The pictures you see for this blog post are the survivors of my oven fire. I’m glad to say that not only was I able to chow down on a couple of delicious sticky buns, but in an hour or so, all the smoke had cleared out of my room and I decided that the incident of the fiery oven could be forgotten.
Bon Eating and learn some fire safety!