Passover was coincidental. Steffi next door has had her tonsils liberated and was in need of soft bread plus I wanted to try a single braid challah. Well it was going to be two loaves but I promise you I was totally unable to repeat a figure of eight knot and the dough was getting more and more mangled when the grocery delivery arrived.
“Bollocks!” I said and shoved the dough back in the fridge. But after Mr Waitrose had gone I thought, “Yeah, little balls” and made 28 mini rolls …
The PArtisan Baker 