Saturday – 8:00am: I had to go two (2!) grocery stores to find cottage cheese. I can unequivocally state that I have never purchased it before so had never noticed that there wasn’t any at my regular store. I briefly considered using ricotta as sub but the recipe is called Cotttage Cheese Pufflets, not Ricotta Pufflets. I persevered. Fortunately, I was going to the second store anyway.
I thought about making the dough that morning but we were hustling to get to the pumpkin patch, so I bought the cottage cheese and forgot about it. I realize it is a little early for the pumpkin patch but our cable company was having a customer appreciation day for FREE. Free trumps early. If you are thinking that all your cable company does for you is jack up the rates when they add stupid new channels, you need to get a second cable company in your area. Sometimes a little competition is a good thing.
Saturday – 1:00pm: Home from the pumpkin patch, I put the butter out to soften. Then I decided to take the boys to the neighborhood fall festival so Jamie could watch the Husker game in peace. We arrived home in time for the last few minutes of the game. The less said about that the better, but I got distracted enough that I forgot about my butter.
Saturday – 7:00pm: The butter was so soft, I had to chill it up a little and then finally got to work on the dough. Honestly, who eats cottage cheese? I don’t think I have ever seen anyone under 70 eat it. It is seriously unappetizing. I guess I should consider it a blessing that I didn’t care for the dough. At all.
Sunday morning: dusting (yippee!); yardwork (hooray!); laundry (are we having fun yet?). No time for pufflets.
Sunday afternoon: Much to my younger son’s dismay, the hapless Chiefs lost AT HOME to the equally hapless Raiders. We went to the park with the kids, with a sidetrip to TCBY. Dough still in fridge.
Sunday – 5:00pm: I will try to sum up the tedium of the next two hours lest you decide to spork your eye after the full description. A lot of chilling, rolling, chilling, cutting, chilling, cursing, forming, cursing, filling, chilling, sighing, etc.
Sunday – 7:00pm: Pufflets in the oven. I am not confident. I am thinking maybe I should have had some frozen yogurt when I had the chance.
Would this inspire confidence in you?
Sunday – 7:15pm: First batch out and my fears have been confirmed. The blackberry jam was clearly a mistake. I am at once grateful for silicone mats.
Sunday – 7:30pm: Taste testing. Jamie, lifelong Cowboys fan, eats a few while watching the Cowboys game. Showing the good sense he was born with, he gives up on the Pufflets and the Cowboys and calls it night. They taste better than they look, admittedly a very low bar to cross. They do not, however, taste good enough to justify the 5:00 – 7:00pm effort. I am sorry to say I will be crossing this one off the list. The baker and the football teams should have quit while we were ahead.
Am starting to see why no photos in the book…
Next week: We travel to Lincoln for the Huskers’ 300th consecutive sell-out (that number is correct – my parents were in high school last time there were empty seats) and I tackle the chocolate crackle tart. Let’s hope both fare better next weekend. Thanks to Jacque of Daisy Lane Cakes (TWD) for picking something that had piqued my curiosity from the beginning. The recipe is on her site. I have some cottage cheese you can have.