In 6th grade, I was determined to accumulate every possible accolade available to me. I tore through novels at a frantic pace to be the top Electronic Bookshelf reader. I drew up posters to campaign for a student council position. I left class each day to run the controls for the entire school's closed circuit news station. I assisted the computer teacher setting up technology for special events. I wrote columns for the 6th grade newsletter, The Leopard's Roar. I slaved over every assignment as part of my neverending quest for perfect grades. I practiced endlessly to execute the perfect flip over the monkey bars on the playground. Life was juuuust about perfect. One cool spring morning, though, things changed. I'd been eagerly awaiting an announcement from my teacher, Mrs. McRae. She was looking for a few trustworthy students with integrity and strong academic performance to appoint to the coveted position of safety patrol. Being on the safety patrol would add another shiny pip to my starched, pristine collar, and I was absolutely rabid over it.
The morning was packed with independent work. I was absorbed in completing my math worksheet while folks milled about the room attending to their own tasks. At one point, I realized Mrs. McRae was calling out the answers to the worksheet, but since I wasn't finished, I tuned her out and continued working without much thought. I didn't think twice about doing so until one of my classmates piped up with a whine, "Mrs. McRae, Julie's cheating! She's writing down answers while we're checking it!" I looked up, shocked. Just to bandage my wounded pride a little (15 years later, because you know, that's normal), I was not cheating. I was calculating the answer to every problem and hadn't heard or recorded a single answer that was called out. I was just trying to finish my worksheet, y'all! Nevertheless, Mrs. McRae called me out of the classroom.
I explained my situation to her in a panic. Surely she couldn't possibly think that what that little twerp said about me was true?! Her bespectacled face stared down at me with doubt. You could see the wheels turning in her head: Well, Julie does care an awful lot about grades. Maybe... Confronted with what felt like the greatest injustice I'd ever suffered, I began to have a full-on anxious meltdown. As I restated my case and pleaded with her to believe me, I started crying tears of frustration. Finally, I stormed into the bathroom beside our mobile classroom to flip out in private. A few minutes later, Mrs. McRae followed me. She told me that she didn't know if I'd cheated or not, but considering the situation, she did not feel it was appropriate to appoint me to safety patrol. Oh my goodness, y'all. Oh my goodness. My little 6th grade life flashed before my eyes. I cried some more in the bathroom. I cried at home that night. I glared daggers at the safety patrol students when I passed them in the hallways in the following weeks. I'd love to say, "And then I got over it!" but here I am writing an entire blog post about it as an adult, so uh. That's probably kind of unhealthy, right? Whatev. It scarred me, people!
But ultimately, even though it was hard to swallow, I can honestly say I appreciate the lesson in dealing with unfairness and disappointment. Getting used to the fact that things don't always go your way (and sometimes, aren't even fair!) is part of being a healthy human being. Talking about disappointments is an apt opening to a monkey bread post on Willow Bird Baking. Don't worry; these Apple Cinnamon Monkey Bread Sundaes aren't disappointing! They're gorgeous, rich fall treats. Monkey bread in general, though, has always been a total fail for me. It typically falls apart, overflows its pan, or ends up doughy in the middle. Even when I tried straight up convenience monkey bread with canned biscuit dough I managed to use too many cans and create quite the underbaked mess (stop laughing!) I can't explain this phenomenon -- monkey bread should be so darn easy. What's the matter with me?! Anyhow, instead of throwing a fit in the bathroom, I've kept trying new monkey bread recipes. I love the stuff, so even the "failures" get devoured in short order. And these Apple Cinnamon Monkey Bread Sundaes were quite the little success. With one batch of yeast dough, you can make some Taco Pockets and a quick dessert -- two dishes for the effort of one! The "recipe" that follows outlines this simple method for dressing up your leftovers. Next time you're making some yeast rolls or dinner pockets, save some dough for monkey bread! What's an injustice you remember experiencing?
Apple Cinnamon Monkey Bread Sundaes (using leftover yeast dough!)If you liked this post, please: -Subscribe to Willow Bird Baking -Follow Willow Bird Baking on Twitter -Follow Willow Bird Baking on Facebook -Give this post a thumbs up on StumbleUpon Other ways to share this post with friends!
Recipe by: Bits and pieces adapted from What's Cookin', Chicago?, All Recipes Yield: depends on your leftover dough
This recipe is actually just a method of dolling up leftover dough to make monkey bread sundaes. Using this little technique, you can save some dough from any dinner recipe and create a dessert to enjoy at the end of the meal with no extra fuss. Even if you only have a small amount of leftover dough, you can bake your monkey bread in the wells of a cupcake pan and serve the warm, gooey pieces over vanilla bean ice cream!
To make Apple Cinnamon Monkey Bread with leftover dough, grab:
-Leftover yeast dough* that has already completed one rise. Maybe you used the first half for some Taco Pockets? You sly devil, you. -Sauce: You can use 1/2 cup (1 stick) melted butter mixed with 1 cup brown sugar to form a caramelly sauce. For more apple flavor, you could also try mixing 1/2 cup butter and 1/2 cup brown sugar over the stove, removing it from heat, and adding 1/2 cup apple butter. -Cinnamon and sugar mixture: 1/2 cup sugar whisked together with 1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon. -Melted butter: about 1/2 cup. -Apples: 1 peeled, cored, and chopped apple (or more if you have lots of leftover dough) -Nuts: about 1 cup of chopped nuts like pecans or walnuts. I chose pecans because I love them.
Then do this: Set up each of your items in a row to form an assembly line: an apple station, a melted butter station, a cinnamon/sugar station, and then a greased bundt pan (or greased cupcake pan if you only have a bit of leftover dough). Set your sauce and nuts to the side for now.
With floured fingers, take a ping-pong-ball-sized pinch of leftover yeast dough (you can change this to smaller pinches if you're baking in a cupcake pan). First, place some apples in the middle of the ball of dough and pinch the dough closed around them. Then drop the dough ball in melted butter, tossing gently to coat with a fork. Next, drop it in the cinnamon and sugar mixture and toss gently to coat (use a separate fork in this bowl). Drop your coated dough ball in the greased pan.
Once you have a single layer covering the bottom of the pan you're using, spoon a layer of sauce over the dough balls and sprinkle on a layer of nuts. Continue pinching, filling, and coating dough balls to form another layer, and then spoon sauce and sprinkle nuts over this, too. Keep going until you've used all your dough.
When you've used all of your dough, distribute a last bit of sauce and nuts over the top. Cover the pan with plastic wrap and let the dough rise for about an hour in a draft-free place. In the meantime, preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. When risen, bake the bread for 20-35 minutes (this can vary depending on the size of your dough balls and the size pan you used, but look for a dark golden brown color on top. If you take it out when it's just golden brown, it'll likely still be raw inside, so let it get dark.) Let cool in the pan for 5 minutes and then invert onto a plate (or pick out the monkey bread pieces with a fork like I did, to serve over vanilla bean ice cream!)
*Note: You can use this technique with canned biscuit dough, too -- just cut out the rise time.