And so the process began. (And yes, I lazily spent all of Boxing Day in my pjs. But I baked buns so I feel like it's a wash.)
Then the dough rose for two-ish hours, it got punched down, and rose for another hour-ish. Then it was time to form the buns. That was hard. My mom has baked thousands of buns in her lifetime so of course she made it look easy-peasy. Spoiler: It wasn't.
I think Mom was amused by my efforts, at least. Rachel, on the other hand, was a little more skeptical. Thanks kid.
After awhile, I got the technique down. Okay, I got a technique down.
And the results showed up in the final product. While my mom produces pan after pan of uniform, round buns, I produced these flat, abnormal specimens.
While I baked buns, and waited for them to rise, the rest of the family played games, including Funny Bunny!
Finally, Mom declared the buns weren't actually going to rise much more, and deemed them ready for the oven. After twenty minutes the first pan came out, steaming hot. Since about half the pan was gone by the time the next pan came out, I will assume, that despite their misshapen forms, they didn't taste that bad.
I doubt I will ever match the number of buns my mom has made, but given that I've made a resolution to bake at least a batch a month this year, I will hopefully get around to making about 720 buns this year. I'm guessing by year-end they will look a lot more like Mom's. After all, practice makes perfect. And this will be some yummy practicing :)