Week three of GBBO, my biggest fear.
I was right to be afraid, Dapfnudel seemed to be something that stumped all of the bakers in the tent, so me being a complete amateur, had absolutely no chance.
I used this recipe and prayed to the bread gods (AKA Paul Hollywood) that I make something at least edible. I really didn’t set my sights too high for this one. I literally wanted to be able to take a bite and not throw up. #BreadGoals.
Things started off positively (?) with my dough resembling dough. Which far exceeded my expectations.
Things didn’t stay so positive though.
I proved the dough for an hour and 10 minutes in total, expecting it to quadruple in size, when in fact it just looked a little bloated, like I do after a Chinese takeaway…
Determined not to be deterred, I knocked the little air out of it (I wish I could do that to myself after a Chinese Takeaway…) and separated it into 12 dough balls.
I followed the recipe to a tea, until the prosecco started flowing, whoops.
I tried to be exact in my measurements for the poaching liquid, but in hind sight perhaps my saucepan-come-poaching pan was a little smaller than the one the recipe required?
Either way, fuelled by some seriously misplaced confidence, I placed my balls into the saucepan and let them sit until it was time to put them back on the heat to steam.
Long story short, 20 minutes into the cooking process this happened:
Because I’m a genius, and was a little merry, I thought I could solve the immediate issue by transferring the saucepan onto another ring… burned that one too.
When I finally decided to stop burning things, I took the Dampfnudel off the heat and turned them out on to a plate.
I don’t think they were meant to look like this…
I broke them apart, and because I didn’t make either of the sauces because I knew they’d go to waste (NEVER WASTE FOOD) I smothered it in chocolate spread and took a bite…
My aim was to have a Dampfnudel that was cooked the whole way through – not raw like some of the ones in the tent.
My dampfnudel was cooked completely – so that as a win, but tasted of cardboard, so that was a fail.
Overall not my finest hour in the kitchen!
Oh well, lacey pancakes next time… I wonder how much I can muck those up!