A thousand points if you can tell me what movie the title of this post comes from. Negative fifty points if you google it.
So, perhaps you know that I like to cook? Bake, really. I don't care for making dinner (except for homemade pizza...watch for it!) but I like to make treats. Every Sunday night, we have dinner with our neighbors, and I generally pick what dessert I'm going to make before I pick a main course. For example, I had already picked chocolate toffee cookies before we decided on homemade pizza again (watch for it!).
Anyway, we rarely eat hamburgers, because I don't love 'em. But I also don't hate them, and I had been wanting to try out a recipe for hamburger buns that I had found in the NY Times. Fortunately, the remarkable Deb of Smitten Kitchen made them for me (by which I mean on my behalf, not to give to me. Dude, I don't even know her. Or her adorable baby. Sigh.). You can find the recipe there, but note that I used no bread flour (because who keeps bread flour?) and it turned out just fine. They're even good for eating plain (also toasted with a little garlic salt and mozarella). See?
I also made a batch using instant yeast instead of active dry (try googling that difference some time) and again, just fine. They mostly just rise faster, which is just fine by me. I actually made the second batch during the week, it was so speedy (it helps if they're sitting by the dishwasher during a heated dry cycle, I'll admit). I have them in the freezer, just hanging out, waiting for me to cook something meaty to put inside it.
Dare to dream, little breads. Dare to dream.