This morning I slept in (until 6am!) and scrolled through Pinterest with one eye open for a good thirty minutes before I committed to getting out of bed. The only reason I actually got out of bed was Pinterest’s slew of amazing breakfast photos. I went from being a bit of sleepy to being convinced that I was actually dying of hunger. One of the most beautiful photos and recipes that I saw was for made-from-scratch Nutella pull-apart bread. The crust (in the photo) had the fantastic appearance of a cross between a croissant and crusty French bread. I read the link (here) and saw that it would be sooo muuuch wooork. There are some mornings that I truly love nothing more than to spend a couple of hours making a perfect-from-scratch brunch. But today was not that day. I have a full day of new-house painting, but I still wanted a treat. I bemoaned my problems, as they were, and then with my mouth watering, I found within myself the inner fortitude to walk to the refrigerator to see if I could make a ten minute version that would suffice (as a poor substitute, to be sure).
You will need:
- Appx. 3/4 cup Nutella (also can swirl in peanut butter, if desired)
- 4 large biscuits
- 1 tablespoon cinnamon
- 1/3 cup brown sugar
- 1/3 cup powdered sugar
- A generous sprinkling of coursely-ground sea salt
I preheated the oven to 350, optimistically, then opened my cabinets to see what I could find that would come close (knowing that I had an unopened jar of Nutella on hand, as every girl should). Another concoction that I always have on hand, pre-mixed, is a jar of cinnamon, sea salt, brown sugar, and powdered sugar. This comes in handy in times like this morning. I poured about half a cup into a bowl.
I used four canned biscuits and split each one in half (for eight smaller biscuits). I dredged each half in the sugar-cinnamon-salt mixture. I arranged the biscuits in the pan, then I put a generous tablespoon of Nutella between each half. I baked for twelve minutes, which was just to my liking (doughy goodness is my middle name) and my portion looked like this:
As I was deciding if my rogue-breakfast-making attempt was fine as is or needed anything extra, I attracted the attention of some kitchen mainstays. So desparate.
The boyfriend likes his food, you know, cooked, so we baked his for about ten more minutes, golden-flaky-perfection. Although I cannot wait to try the from-scratch version, this will be a “keeper” for work-day celebrations (holidays, good-luck-today breakfasts, etc.) and of course for lazy mornings. And no, they didn’t quit begging when I sat down to eat.