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Laminating dough is the process of folding butter into dough many times, which creates multiple alternating layers of butter and dough. When the laminated dough bakes, the butter melts and creates steam. This steam lifts the layers apart, leaving us with dozens of flaky airy buttery layers.
Because you shaped the butter into the precise 710-inch size, it fits nicely on the 1410-inch dough. (After the butter rectangle chills, you can always cut sharp edges with a pizza cutter or knife to make it the appropriate size.)
Now slice each of the 8 rectangles into 2 triangles. Using your fingers or a rolling pin, stretch the triangles to be about 8 inches long. Do this gently as you do not want to flatten the layers. Cut a small slit at the wide end of the triangle, then tightly roll up into a crescent shape making sure the tip is underneath.
Indulge. Because after making the dough and rolling it out a million times, you completely deserve to. Enjoy them plain or with jam or homemade raspberry sauce. Interested in chocolate croissants? Of course you are!
I have made these a couple different times and they work out amazing! Very easy and clear instructions to follow! I have to make these 50% whole wheat because I make these for a school district to make into sandwiches for Chicken Salad/Tuna Salad and Egg Salad! Our students love them!! Thank you for the recipe!
Hi Sarah, the rise comes from both the yeast and the layers of butter expanding in the oven as they croissants cook. Do you have flaky layers? The butter could have melted into the dough if it was too warm.
I accidentally got ahead of myself and put the butter sheet on before waiting 4 hours so I only fold the first time and put in the fridge for four hours is this going to be ok if I take the dough out of the fridge and warm up a little and start layering?
This was my first attempt at laminated dough and it was a success! I have a convection oven, and 18 minutes at 375 was just about perfect. Maybe could have gone even a little colder (and then a minute or so longer). In case that helps anyone ?
I loved these croissants! They were super beginner friendly, and were so delicious! I messed up in some spots, but they still tasted great. I will be making them again for sure. I fell in love with making bread recently and so this was perfect to spend my weekend on. I hope that they come out with a sourdough version!
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Jenkins quotes her father, the legendary author and sports journalist Dan Jenkins, saying, "Real sports is not for kids." By that, her father means their impact on those who play the game. "Who can describe the athletic heart?" Jenkins senior asked. Her new book explores that question in detail. Essential elements of athletic success include conditioning, practice, discipline, candor, culture, and learning from failure.
Leaders who succeed need to set standards. Jenkins recalled Pat Summit telling her, "As a leader, you have to start tough, and then you can get a little nicer. But if you start nice and then try to get tougher, people really don't trust it, and they won't go with it, and they won't understand it. So, you know, you have to establish the standard at the outset, and you really can't waffle on it."
Sports are not the same as real life. Sports are about boundaries on the pitch, limitations to time, choice of equipment, and the ever-present eye of referees. Defined outcomes are what sports are about. Seldom is that the case for life itself. Yet we can draw great lessons from the athletes who play the games we love to watch.
A gathering of friends and family will be held for Sally Parkin at 2:00 p.m., Sunday, January 12, 2020 at Walker Funeral Home. Sally Crookston Parkin passed away January 4, 2020 due to complications from pneumonia. She was preceded in death by her soulmate best friend and husband Robert John Parkin and her parents Jack and Deon Cookston. She is survived by her sister Patricia, brother-in-law Mike Lavaway and their two children of Libby, Montana; two sons, John, Alex and his wife Sarah Parkin and her six grandkids; all residing in Gillette, WY. Born December 9, 1954 in Rock Springs, Wyoming. She took pride in being a 3rd generation Wyomingite. As a child her summers were filled with trips to the Wind River mountains; at her family's cabins she went swimming with her favorite cousin Lil, near the Beaver dam. She spent time collecting arrowheads with her father around the high plains and sand dunes. After graduating high school, she attended Colorado Mountain College. That is where she met the love of her life Robert John Parkin. AKA BOB! She and Bob didn't finish with degrees but instead got an education in hiking from Mexico to Canada. They camped on the Snake River for 6 months; settling and opening their own record store here in Gillette, Wyoming. Shortly after Bob and Sally married in Rock Springs. There after they had their first son J.C. a year-and-a-half later along came Alex who retained Sally's golden red hair. Sally was the greatest mother. While Bob started his career at the library, Sally opted to stay home with her boys. The next 18 years Bob and Sally spent being outstanding parents. Hosting insane sleepovers, adventuring and camping in the mountains, coaching baseball and traveling for hockey tournaments. Unfortunately, then Sally had to go through her greatest tragedy Bob's death in 2007. Followed by one of the greatest joys the birth of her first granddaughter Harmony. She wore the title of "Grandma Sally" with pride. More grandkids followed freely after. Next came Bradley, Anna, Jack, Delila and Wyatt respectively. Sally played roles for all grandchildren. A co-conspirator, spoiler, moral compass and a matriarch. She had weekly grandchild sleepovers. Giving a new limit to the term "overdoing". Things like holidays and birthdays we're never forgotten and always over the top. Regrettably Sally had many medical issues. She beat the doctor's expectations of death by about eight years. Her sons and grandchildren were there in her final moments. Grief-stricken but grateful that they had enjoyed so many great experiences with Sally. She will be greatly missed. Memorials and condolences may be sent in care of Walker Funeral Home 410 Medical Arts Court, Gillette, WY 82716. Condolences may also be expressed at www.walkerfuneralgillette.com
I am always aware of my mortality. On the cusp of my thirtieth birthday, the closest I have ever been, I think, to killing myself, I was breaking down because I had not could not did not know how to transition; I was lost. I knew that my death was coming, far sooner than I could fathom, and I had never ever been myself. I was trapped in an emotional box I had built over decades to protect myself from the truth, and I could see no way out. It wasn't merely being lost that drove me to despair, but the knowledge that even if I found my way out, I was too old to appreciate being myself for very long before I died.
Tonight, I had another breakdown. It hit me like a wave. I've experienced this once before (before, I was driving at the time and it was very scary), where I realized what was bothering me well after the original trigger. The buried emotion is like a landmine, and when I step on it, my whole being erupts. Watching a different film tonight, I was struck by some similarity between a character and myself, specifically his anxiety limiting his social activities. I had to stop watching, as comments from days ago rushed back over me, and long suppressed fears of my own mortality broke me.
I spent about 45 minutes struggling to control myself, sobbing, actually for the first time... ever? audibly weeping. I don't remember much in the interval; I only know the time period because I happened to notice the time. My roommate came home, and I forced myself to go get some water (fact: sobbing dehydrates you stay hydrated kids). I cracked a silly joke to her, forcing myself to remain in control, loathing the part of me that can't ask for help that can't admit my weakness. I sought to recover myself, and after a little while, again forced myself out, asking her to watch a movie with me. I undertook another recovery ritual, then picked something out.
The first time I watched this movie, I cried. I was in college, at a friend's place. I want to say this was before Katrina; it had to be, maybe 2002 or 2003. I was at a friend's apartment, and I somehow ended up on the edge of my seat, running late for my own radio show, crying, streaming tears, thinking of my strained relationship with my own father. (There's a lot to it, and I don't know if I can talk about it. It's... better now. But old habits linger.) I don't know if my friends then noticed that I was crying, but I do recall trying to hide it. I remember they noticed my reaction somewhat but credited the soundtrack. Velvet Underground, Nick Drake, the Ramones were all known favorites of mine then (and the passion still lingers, too).
I don't remember the second or third time I saw this. I know at least once was with my family; I think my older brother gave the DVD to me? I never asked for it. I am not sure why anyone gave it to me. I don't much like Wes Anderson, but this movie has always meant something to me.
The manner it approaches suicide has always felt... right to me? It doesn't flinch from it. It doesn't feel to me to be reduced. It doesn't feel cliched; it doesn't feel exploitative. I'm fairly certain it probably is, though. I just think the film resonates with me in a way that blots that out, that makes this moment seem realer to me. It helps, I think, that the method shown is not one that I have ever considered. I don't feel it that way. I have some remove. The aftermath is wry and bleakly humorous, and... I laugh. "It's a suicide note. Of course it's dark." I think about that line a lot.
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