Saturday, March 12, 2011
I waited all week for monkey bread
Last Saturday, I overindulged in sweets. So I told myself I’d do a sweets-free week. I wasn’t as religious as I normally am—I didn’t shy away from a couple bites of a shared dessert (dulce de leche cake—why would I shy away from that?) or mini chocolates when they presented themselves (was I really supposed to say no when faced with dishes of mini peanut butter cups?). But I knew Bennie and I had Breakfast Club, a Peels redux, at the end of the week so I was saving myself. For monkey bread.
As good as the other treats by pastry chef Shuna Lydon looked, I had my heart set on the monkey bread.
Cinnamon brioche with mascarpone frosting. Sort of a no-brainer.
It was a dense slab of cake. Perfected by the mascarpone frosting.
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I am a deprived child. I have never had Monkey bread. I had never heard of it until just this year .. some day ~
Thanks for introducing me to monkey bread. Totally decadent with the mascarpone frosting.
All delectable - I would settle for a slice of that cinnamon brioche with my morning cup of tea.
I also only learnt of monkey bread this year! And I also had a 'sweet free' week to save up for something good. I chose cheesecake..but then there was also chocolate, and icecream and naughty things after that. Oh dear ;)
You made a wise choice, that looks killer. Anything with cinnamon somehow makes it into my mouth eventually!
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