Shall I start by defending myself? I don’t make bread, except to put a pre-packaged mix into the bread maker. I don’t make rolls, or cinnamon rolls, or doughnuts, or anything else that requires yeast. However, I got in the mood for some homemade rolls, and decided that there is no reason in the world that I couldn’t make them for the family. I turned out to be wrong about that.
I’ve had my yeast a really long time. I was told that if you keep yeast in the freezer, it basically lasts forever, but I don’t think that’s true. Every time I have used it, it has worked terribly. However, not wanting to believe that past behavior is a good predictor of future results, I gave it a try anyway. The rolls didn’t rise at all. Not one little bit. So I baked them up anyway, and they still tasted good.
Still, the experience bothered me. That, and Robb wanted to make cinnamon rolls, so I bought a brand-spanking-new jar of yeast. I could no longer blame it on the yeast, and hallelujah, my problems are solved, right? Last night I went for my second try at the rolls.
Again with the defense… I know that the milk and butter have to be the right temperature before you put the yeast in. If it’s too hot, you kill the yeast. I know that. I tested it. It was not too hot. It was also not too cold, I swear.
You might have guessed, I am calling them pancake rolls because they baked up flat as a pancake. It’s slightly depressing, but more enraging. I will get this right, if I have to use the entire jar of yeast. Maren, feel free to chime in with suggestions.