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This.  This is what I made.  An empty, dirtied piece of parchment paper.


Or really, I made a loaf of cinnamon star bread (some time Januaryish)…because I wanted to bake with cinnamon, didn’t want to take the time to roll and cut cinnamon rolls, and needed something dessert-y to offer as refreshment.  And apparently it was really good because I didn’t even have time to take a picture.  It was gone in a flurry of hands and the parents of the kids who devoured the bread were left lamenting that they didn’t even get to try it (and that it smelled so good).

I saw the cinnamon star bread pop up on King Arthur Flour’s site back in December and made a mental note to try it.  I didn’t bake one right then because I didn’t have any potato flour or instant mashed potatoes on hand.  I was going to try it without but I was reading KAF’s comments and user comments and became convinced that the potato flour was necessary for a softer, moister loaf.  Also, I like to try and make things as instructed the first time around.  Can’t judge a recipe when you go and make a bunch of changes to it at the outset.

So I made it as directed, by weight, but I noticed a discrepancy at with the listing for the potato flour.  I didn’t have any, as all I could find last minute was potato starch.  Potato starch and potato flour are not the same thing and generally are not interchangeable.  I had picked up a bag of instant mashed potatoes instead to use in place of potato flour.  It’s probably better anyway because I can always find a use for instant mashed potatoes.

Now then, I assume that KAF lists different volumes for potato flour and instant mashed potatoes because instant mashed potatoes is less dense than the flour.  But I couldn’t find anything that confirmed that.  So I ended up going by the serving size volume/weight conversion as listed in the nutrition info, which was lighter than what KAF listed, about 35g instead of the 48g.

I used my own cinnamon sugar mix as I like using brown sugar for that molasses-y background and also because I am VERY. FOND. of cinnamon, 3tbsp per 66g brown sugar.  You’ll have to mix it a bit more than if you were going to make your cinnamon sugar mixture with white sugar.  It’s never been a big deal for me though.

Oh, did I mention that I kneaded the dough by hand this time?  I didn’t use the KitchenAid at all!

After resting the dough, I divided it into four portions.  I really wish I had used a scale.  I got lazy and had already put the scale away so I just eyeballed it.  Which means that two of my 10″ rounds were by no means 10″ in diameter.  I used those as the inside layers and the two bigger ones, that were 10″, as the outside layers.  I figured this would give me the best chance to seal the points of the star without things falling apart.

Anyway, it baked up very nicely.  It smelled wonderful in the oven, as things made with cinnamon often do.  There were a few kids who were constantly sniffing the air when the bread was in the oven.  I would show you a picture of the first one, but alas, I do not have one.  As the bread was eaten before I had a chance.

I have since made the bread several more times (generally with the KitchenAid and a scale, and sometimes cutting the cinnamon down to 2 tbsp per 66g), so here are pictures of the subsequent loaves.  The darker one is one in which I actually remembered to egg wash before putting it in the oven.  I tend to forget.

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I think it’s official.  I mean, he’s pretty much always been an old man since he arrived.  You’ll remember that I adopted him when he was 6 so he was already an older dog.  He’s always snored like an old man.  It’s super annoying when he falls asleep before me.

Anyway, Horse is 10 now.  That’s pretty old for such a large dog.  You’ll note that I already had to make him a sweater for the winter when I didn’t have to do that for Choco until she was well into her teens.  But he’s really nailed home his old fart status recently when I had taken him and Yaris out for a walk and…he just refused to walk any more.

I try and take the dogs out on nightly walks.  It’s…not been anything close to nightly.  But anyway, when we go out, we’ll normally wander around the neighborhood for about a mile.  Recently, I’ve noticed that Horse is pretty reluctant to walk toward the end as we’re getting closer to the house.  At first, I thought maybe he just wanted to stay outside and sniff at things more.  But I would remember how he would puff while walking up hills, much more so than before, like…an egregious amount of puffing for the small hill we’re walking up.  So I thought maybe he was getting tired at the end of the walk and that I shouldn’t walk more than a mile with him anymore.

The other night, I took the dogs out for a walk and I decided we could go all the way up the hill instead of halfway up and circling back like normal.  Horse had been trotting next to me all way until we got to about halfway up the hill and he was huffing and puffing like he had been running the whole time.  I checked to see how he was doing at the halfway point and he seemed ok and going up the hill was only going to add less than a quarter mile to the overall distance, so I decided we could keep going.

A small problem arose at the top of the hill where there were people parked next to the sidewalk and blocked easy access to cross the street to go back downhill.  It meant that I might have to acknowledge their existence.  I did not want to do that.  This is partly the reason why I walk the dogs pretty late at night.  There are fewer people to acknowledge and I can pretend it’s just the dogs and me.  (I am a jerk.)  Since those people were in the way, I decided that we’d just have to go around the longer way that brings us out to a main street.  The total distance would be about a quarter mile added to our normal distance.

I should mention that another reason I prefer to walk at night is that it allows me to walk Yaris off leash.  There are minimal distractions at night and if she does happen to get distracted, and I just use a laser pointer or flashlight to direct her attention back to where it should be.  But that’s only if we’re inside the neighborhood where there isn’t much car traffic so Yaris can be off leash and I only have to look after Horse.  But since we had to go out to a main road, I had to leash up Yaris.

So, now I’m walking the dogs on one leash via the splitter and we’re going downhill, but next to a bigger road.  I figured it would be ok because we were going downhill and Horse would probably want stop to sniff things, since we don’t often walk this way.  But…Horse started moving slower and slower and he didn’t seem to be interested in sniffing things.  I would have to nudge him to get him moving.  And then I started hearing the beginnings of his panicky whines.  It’s the whine he makes when he really doesn’t want to do something, like going up the steps into the dog tub for a bath.  This was not a good sign.  And it wasn’t.  Because he just stopped moving after that.  He planted all four legs and wouldn’t budge.

Horse is a heavy dog.  I can move him if I push him a bit, but it’s tiring and not really an effective way of getting him to move.  So I decided we’d rest for a couple of minutes and go again.  Yaris tried to help by making fun of Horse and then dragging him.  Horse is about twice Yaris’ weight, so I don’t know how much her dragging helped at all.  He was willing to walk again after a few minutes but only about two steps.  And then he planted his legs again.  We repeated this for about 30 minutes before I gave up and called my brother to see if he could take my car and pick up Horse.  We were within a few hundred feet from the house at this point but if we continued on in the same way we were going, we probably won’t make it back to the house for hours.

When my brother came by Horse had already plopped down on the sidewalk.  He saw the car and got excited and wanted to get into the car.  But…he refused to actually get into the car.  I ended up having to lift him into the car.  Did I mention that he’s pretty heavy?  And I’m doing this while making sure that Yaris isn’t running off exploring the middle of the road.

After I finally stuffed Horse into my car, I told my brother I’d walk Yaris back to the house, and it took us like 5 minutes to walk back (had to cross a street).  Horse saw us coming up and he got excited and trotted toward us like nothing was wrong.  He conveniently forgot that he was supposed to be tired unto death and that I was extremely irritated with him.

Anyway, lesson learned.  I’m not walking more than a mile with Horse anymore.  I now have to drop him off at home halfway through the walk and take Yaris out for another loop so she gets enough exercise.  The first time we did this, Horse was terribly offended and barked at us as we disappeared off in the distance.  Then he went inside the house to pout.  Not my fault dude.  Not my fault.

Also, I was really lucky my brother was home that day.  I’m not sure what I would have done if it was just me.  I’m thinking I would have tied Horse to a tree and then went back with Yaris to get my car to pick him up.  I’m definitely not carrying that dead weight.  If Yaris did something like that, I’d have a fighting chance carrying her home.  She’s small enough to shoulder carry and obedient enough not to wiggle around if I told her not to.


You can see Yaris just off camera judging him.