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Soft squishy rolls are my kryptonite. I love them. Yeasty, pillowy and a little sweet, they are heaven. Smeared with butter and a little honey, I don’t even want to admit how many I can inhale in record time. I never know where I’m going to find the good ones, and it’s important to note that not all of them are good. In fact, few are. It’s also important to note that while some store bought rolls can be good (hello Kings Hawaiian), the good ones are nearly always homemade. They tend to show up unexpectedly – family picnics, old school bakeries and casual restaurants where the food is cooked from scratch. But the funny thing is, the good bakers tend to be tight with these recipes for some reason; more so than others. Bread loyalty runs deep I guess.

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When I started to write this post, I was awaiting the results of a blood test to determine if I had celiac. Oh joy. I was pretty pissed about it too. I’m a pastry chef. Wheat flour is my job, something I work with every day. A positive diagnosis would be difficult in so many ways and I was overwhelmed thinking about where to even begin. Forgive me if I sound flip and self absorbed. For those that do have celiac or high gluten intolerances, I feel for you. As a friend put it, “I had no idea how terrible I’ve felt my whole life.” I get it. Believe me, I do. But coming right back to the “what about me” realm, I panicked at the thought of giving up my beloved bread and pastries. My favorite food group, besides blue of course, is carbs. A positive would break my heart. But I came up with a plan: I would think about it after I got back from France. Yep. That was my plan. Temporary avoidance. Solid, right? I also decided to bake this bread as a sort of childish middle finger at it all. But also because it’s really really good and I wanted to enjoy it while I could. Then yesterday I received some good news: negative. Oh thank you thank you thank you! To celebrate, I had a warm slice slathered in fancy butter. Because I’m worth it. Now they’re talking lactose intolerance. Arrggghhhh. Later. When I get back.

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