Yesterday was Bread Day at the Douglas house! Don’t ask me why. I guess the spirit of bread making came on me. I didn’t really make the white bread. I bought the frozen bread dough. But I did have to thaw it, let it rise, and bake it myself. That counts for something, doesn’t it?
I made it, because I thought of it. I had already planned on making soup beans and cornbread, so I went ahead and made that.
And Anna saw some monkey bread at the store one day and said she wanted some. So we bought biscuits, and I kept that in mind as something I wanted to do someday soon.
Well, yesterday turned out to be the day! I wanted to do something fun with the kids. I hadn’t done much of anything with them all day.
So I announced that anyone who wanted to eat Monkey Bread was going to have to help me make it.
They came running! Four little monkeys did, anyway. After they washed their hands, I put them to work rolling the dough into balls and rolling the balls in the cinnamon sugar. They did really well. They had lots of fun. After the dough balls were covered they threw them into the bundt pan.
All I had to do was watch and take pictures. And make sure nobody threw the balls anywhere besides the bundt pan.
When they had all of the dough balls placed in the bundt pan, I melted a stick of butter and added a cup of sugar and a teaspoon of cinnamon and spooned it over all the balls. Then baked it at 350 for 30 min.
It came out looking very nice.
From all angles.
Kelsey could hardly wait to dig in!
Anna is wondering why I have a camera. Huh, I wonder…
The littlest monkey loved her monkey bread.
It tasted so good that I only got one ball before I left for church and when I got home – it was all gone.
Daddy came home while the monkeys were making the balls and putting them in the bundt pan and he asked what they were making. Abby yelled out “Monkey Dough!” It sounded like Monkey Joe”. I think it was almost as fun as “Monkey Joe’s”.