The Jaywalker over at Belgian Waffling has issued a challenge. The challenge is to write a post on a topic assigned to me by gmail. How to sculpt babies. See the relevance? Neither did Jaywalker and I must admit I’m struggling with it myself. But it did occur to me that responding to the challenge could be an excellent way to solve the ‘what bread to bake for Friday’ dilemma that has been plaguing me this morning.
The obvious answer. Yes. I said obvious and I meant it. The obvious answer is a nice milky French style roll dough with sculpted baby rolls. Not baby rolls in the small roll sense. Baby rolls in the sculpted into the shape of a baby sense. See? It’s obvious.
I think the babies are angry. Maybe they don’t want to be eaten? Or perhaps they would have preferred to be multigrain? We’ll never know.
The babies! So sweet and delicious. You are a total superstar baby sculpter Dani. The gmail oracle did well!
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They have become lunch for the Ankle Biters for tomorrow. I’ve spent the afternoon coaching them to say “I ate a baby” in a gruff Sottish accent. That should go down well at creche. Where would be be without the gmail oracle?
Visiting from Jaywalker’s blog and I have to say, Oh, fantaaastic!! Those are really top notch, first rate sculpted babies.
Also, woohoo! look at all your lovely recipes! I’m a sucker for a cooking blog. I’ll be back to visit again.
LMAO!!!!! you are too too funny! i am PMSL at the thought of the anklebiters with gruff scottish voices… oh to be a fly on the wall!!!
those are unbelievably awesome. and i think they would tip my crazy-ass parents right over the edge if i made them for christmas eve dinner (imagine the conversation: “what the [bleep] are these? oh those? they’re my homage to the christ child. bon appetit!”).
Hi RedShoes! Thank you kindly, I’m glad you appreciate that I am, quite possibly, the Michelangelo of bread baby sculpting.
Karen they’re the strangest grff Scottish accents I’ve ever heard. Son and Heir can’t stop giggling and Lil MIss sounds like something from the exorcist. As long as she doesn’t start talking about the priest’s mother I might get way with it.
Oh dear Lisa. You’re giving me evil thoughts. Thoughts that I should not succumb to at either Christmas or Easter. Now I’m giggling maniacally. Never a good sign.
HA HA HA HA. Your sculpted bread babies have made my day. My week, even!
I’m glad they brought joy Fig, even in their anger 😀