Croissant dough beginning its long (five and a half) hour rise.
It’ll spend some time in the fridge before we whack and smear butter, work it into the dough, cut the stuff into precise geometric shapes and shape it into horns. My grandmother’s table is the perfect spot to knead dough, but I don’t think she ever would have made a croissant in her life!
2 responses to “Whacking Butter”
Yes, almost like being there yourself, isn’t it? The cobblestones, clapboard, bricks, and that big blue bowl of a sky.
I love the New Amsterdam 3D! Thanks!