Ensaymada Part I — ala Scones
You know sometimes when the more you want something so badly, the more it eludes you? Doesn’t that just make you want to throw things? Ahaha. As someone who’s relentless in getting what she wants, that kills me. THIS…kills me:
This epitomizes my frustration. However sweet the memories held by these sugary and cheesy sweet breads, its laborious preparation process pains me. I fell asleep waiting for all the rises. Emphasis on riseS. The good news is that it tastes somewhat like it should. It’s just not anywhere as light and airy as I remember from my childhood merienda [trans: snack].
My dad called them scones when he tried ’em. And with a heavy heart I have to agree. The real deal needs to have a soft consistency similar to a croissant. Scones <> Croissant
SO. There will be a Part II, as you can tell. This isn’t right, but I won’t be discouraged. What this could probably mean for you, our dear readers, is that you’ll have to endure a potential gargantuan Ensaymada Saga much like the Cinnamon Roll Litanies. Oops. This is the recipe that I used for this batch. I was hesitant to use instant yeast because all of the times I used it, the bread did not rise satisfactorily as it happened here. I may try another recipe. If you have any suggestions, let me know!
Since my family and I emigrated to North America almost a decade ago, one of the things missed right after family and friends in the priority hierarchy list is food. And boy, if there’s no one in your family who can cook Filipino delicacies, you better look at something else to satisfy you. I’ve talked about this with several Filipino friends over the past month, and we all agree that although there are restaurants here and there, the only way to really taste our cuisine is to have someone cook the local fare for you. Nothing can replace that. I had a close enough taste of a homemade Filipino feast at a Hawaiian friends’ house in Honolulu, of all places. However, that’s really a far-fetched alternative. Now that I’m learning to cook, I’m slowly building my own list of go-to recipes to replicate my favorites and satisfy my cravings. If I can’t go ‘home’, I will bring ‘home’ to me. To my stomach!
What favorite childhood food have you tried making (to bring you back in time)? How did it go?