What To Do With Leftover Yolks. Part Two. Egg Bread.

I'm still on a mission to quickly use up the yolks I still have. I Googled to see if you can freeze egg yolks, and I couldn't recommend it. But while Googling, I found this really neat site where you can learn everything you ever wanted to, or didn't want to, know about an egg.

Here are my ingredients: 2 packages of active dry yeast 2/3 cup warm water 9 egg yolks 1/2 cup canola oil 1/4 cup sugar 1 teaspoon salt 3 1/2 - 4 cups flour

Two packages of yeast were dissolved in 2/3 cup warm water.

I set the mixture aside to proof.

Nine egg yolks went into the yeast mixture.

I poured in 1/2 cup canola oil.

Teaspoon of salt.

Then I mixed in the flour, 1/2 cup at a time.

At three cups, I turned this shaggy mess o' dough out onto my cutting board.

Kneaded it for about 10-15 minutes until it was nice, smooth, and elastic.

Then I let it rise. Until it was very nicely risen, thusly.

The punch down is always my favorite part. Hee. It looks like I've punched down up to my elbow.

I kneaded for about another 5 minutes. And I have a lovely, pliable dough.

I cut the bread into 3, hopefully equal, sections.

Rolled them out until about 14 inches long.

Then I braided the strips and brushed with 1 egg beaten with a pinch of salt.

Sprinkled with coarse sea salt.

Let rise until doubled. And brush with egg glaze again.

Bake in a preheated 375 degree oven for about 40 minutes. And perhaps, I should braid a little tighter next time.

How does this look to you?

You know I always have to have the edge of the bread immediately, smear some butter on it, and consume. Tout suite. This did not disappoint.

The bread was cooked perfectly. The texture is nice and tight. Slightly sweet flavor. And eggy.

I really like the egg glaze and the sea salt.

Enjoy my bread pictures. Go ahead. Scratch and sniff your screen. It's all good. My house smells all homey and snuggly and happy - even though I'm here all by my lonesome ... ... but then, I've always been very comfortable with my own company. Some people don't have that relationship with themselves. And that's a very sad thing. But back to my homey, snuggly, happy life ... There's nothing better than to walk into someone's house and to smell bread baking. Yeasty, doughy goodness. It's truly an incredible smell. Something that lures the visitor into the house, envelops his being with enticing aromas. It's a physical hug. And I'm talking about a bear hug here. Overwhelming. But soft, and caressing. Experiencing the aromas and smells emanating from a home with bread baking in the oven is a primal experience. One that is to be savored. One that you'll not soon forget. One that uplifts you. One that is goodness. One that says you are home. Oh goodness. Upon rereading the last paragraph, I realized I just mixed some fantasy in with reality. I have never before in my life walked into someone's house and smelled bread baking. Never. Ever. I have walked into my own home and smelled bread baking. And I knew I was home.

Ahhh. Home. Sweet Home.