These amazing strawberry cinnamon buns come with a softness guarantee! These buns are so light and fluffy, with a wonderful jammy strawberry filling made of fresh strawberries and a cream cheese, vanilla and lemon glaze on top! They're a pushy recipe Dear Reader!
Spring is here and first comes the strawberries and then comes the rest of the fruit parade. I had to buy some extra punnets of strawberries when I saw them and then I realised I didn't have anything in mind for them apart from admiring their perfection. Enter these strawberry cinnamon morning buns!
I can't lie to you my lovelies. These involve a lot of steps and aren't the sort of thing you whip up in 10 minutes. But if you want a distractingly delicious kitchen project that results in something wonderful to eat in the end (and more than a dozen of these plump, soft babies), these strawberry cinnamon buns are it!
Let's talk shortcuts: Okay there isn't a huge shortcut with the dough and for this recipe we use the secret weapon for soft bread called tangzhong. It's a simple water roux and takes less than 5 minutes but it makes such a difference with making your bread a) softer and b) last longer.
You can sub the strawberry filling with strawberry jam but I'd recommend using a lower sugar jam or one that is naturally sweetened or they will be very sweet, especially with the glaze.
You can skip the glaze too but this cream cheese glaze is simple and gorgeous so I never tend to skip it unless I've run out of cream cheese.
Sometimes I am very clumsy in the kitchen and when I made this batch was one of those days. This often happens when I experiment with recipes. Today I was bending down and putting away some plates and banged my head on one of the shelves above. Mr NQN winced as he saw me do it. "Put some ice on it," he said. I put a big ice cube in a ziplock bag and applied it to my head in between cooking. Unfortunately I hadn't zipped the bag up properly and water leaked out on the floor and I almost slipped on it.
Still, my day in the kitchen wasn't nearly as terrifying as last Sunday! I promised to share the story of it because I put it on my Instagram stories and a few people asked if I would share the story of what happened.
My friend Monica picked me up from my house and we were off to an outdoor market for lunch. Her phone pinged that someone was at her door and then her neighbour rang. She put it through to voicemail as she was driving. Then a few moments later her neighbour rang again.
"Your smoke alarm is going off!" she said. "There's smoke coming out of your house! I'm ringing the fire department!" she said before hanging up.
Monica has two beloved Devon Rex cats, Cacio and Pepe (cheese and pepper) at home. Her partner Marco was at work and we were about 15 minutes away. Monica swung into action. "If someone stops me asks me 'Where is the fire?' I'm going to answer, 'At my house!'," she said.
Now Monica is the least pushy person I know, but she leaned on her horn and manoeuvred her car expertly through the snarl of inner west traffic past cruisy Sunday drivers. I felt like I was simultaneously in a movie but I also felt safe too as she fell into full Italian race car driver mode. Marco shut the shop he was working at and rushed home to try and save the cats and the house.
As we rounded the corner to her street Monica said, "I can smell smoke!". There were two fire trucks and billows of smoke. The whole neighourhood had came out to watch the spectacle while firemen ran in and out of the house and down the side.
Marco emerged from the front door, soot covering his face and hands. He had rushed in before the fire brigade arrived to a wall of smoke. It turned out that the cause was a malfunction of a radiator in the back bathroom that was heating up a home brew and the plastic had caught on fire. Plastic gives off a lot of smoke and that had set off the alarm - thankfully before anything could seriously burn. It was small mercies like this and that it was the back tiled bathroom that helped contain it.
And the cats? They were hiding upstairs safe and sound but understandably a bit skittish. Poor Monica burst into tears when she saw Cheese's tiny pink nose with soot on it and she gently wet a tea towel and cleaned it for her while Pepper stayed upstairs. And Monica being Monica was busy thanking me (I did nothing, she was amazing!). "I'm fine, I was quite happy watching the firemen!" I added.
So tell me Dear Reader, have you ever had a scary experience like this? Do you like kitchen cooking projects like this that take a bit more time?