Update: A Dear Reader has posted a much more polished Choux Recipe, right here. Similar in idea, but vastly better in execution. It’s similar to my own dietary restrictions as there are no gums or added starches. Please check it out. I haven’t tried it, yet, but I can tell from experience hat it’ll worth your while making it. A huge thank you to Sulfite-Free Cooking for the recipe. Please do check out the site, it has man wonderfully creative recipes.
This post is going to be one of two things: It’ll either be a new recipe or a little insight into how recipes sometimes come about. Now, dearest of all dear readers, I like to think I’ve read through my fair share of blogs in my time. I’ve certainly read through enough recipes in search of eligible eatables, but what I haven’t seen a lot of is the middle ground that sometimes occurs when trying a new recipe. Not the failure of a recipe and the scathing look at what was supposed to be, nor the creation f one’s own or success with another’s. I mean the recipe that fails to be what it was supposed to be, but might be salvageable, or at least part of it, be it technique or ingredient. I once wrote, not many listened, but those were the early days, on learning from our failures in the free-from food journey. Looking back I really type a lot now. More to enjoy, ha ha…ha, moving on. But what worth in looking at the stage before the final failure or the salvaged success? There is something in the struggle, the striving for more than what we currently have, the help that the recipe might bring to you or to others. What do I know? I just like poking and prodding at potentials.
Now, the recipe in question was from what I think of as the back-end of the internet. Something found by dumpster diving into the worldwide web, that metaphor got away from me. It was a wheat recipe adapted, well just by replacing the flour really, that sounded too good to be true, but I liked the idea. It was indeed too good to be true and I won’t share the site because you’re not getting clicks you big fibber! You deceiver! I’m furious, nah, not really. I’ve been here so often. Liquid off a water-fowl’s back. So, I’ll just fill you in. It was a choux, not shoe, I learned that by listening to cooking shows and not seeing the spelling, pastry made into a bread roll. Or not. So, butter boiled with water, buckwheat into that, egg into that. While warm, strangely. And the idea was a wet shiny dough that I’m laughing at the absurdity of. I know buckwheat, we’re blood-brothers, bosom-buddies, it doesn’t work like that. What instead happened was this: Butter boiled, water evaporated, buckwheat descended into the pot. Suddenly a shot rang out, no, sorry, it turned into a thick pasty dough and the egg went in, cooking sightly too. Then it formed into a rubbery dough, but a swelled light dough. So I looked at the mess in my pot and decided to add baking powder, formed it into a ball and baked it. It could be no more of a waste after being baked. So, I’ll get to the aftermath in a moment. Let’s stop at the doughy stage. It was only a small measure of flour, but it seemed to have swelled, it had a slightly elastic feel. It wasn’t easily workable, but it felt different. Perhaps the heat produced a change in the buckwheat. Perhaps the heat made the egg react. I’m not sure, but I seemed to have more dough than I usually would. As I say, this may become a recipe after this or it’ll die in its early days.
So, the dough. It wasn’t exactly perfectly workable, but it was pliable. So, I formed it into a round and baked it. It did crack and didn’t rise. What came out was akin to my many buckwheat scones recipes, but what was intriguing was that it wasn’t as crumbly. The exterior was crisper than the scones, more of a crust, thin though, yet the inside was soft and the whole wasn’t as dry as usual. It resembled a scone as I remember them, at least partly, don’t mistake me, it wasn’t a transformation, it was still a rough little lump. Tasty enough, but not a choux pastry, not even a runner up. You see a runner is a type of shoe or sneaker and…just forget it. It was the scone, but a lighter, less fragile version. Still all buckwheat flour too. So, I will try this again, I cut the recipe down to a quarter and now I’ll double that. I’ll form little scones. Whether it works or not I’ll still publish this, it’ll just mean the next paragraph will be different. What it’ll mean is that there might be a use for the technique of boiling the butter and water and adding the flour, it won’t be a a roux or a choux. Just another way to bake with buckwheat. Perhaps it’ll evolve into a hand-shaped loaf. Who knows? This is the time before we know for sure. It’s an interesting place to visit, but you never can stay. I wonder what will happen. Exciting, huh?
Nothing is ever as cut and dry as we’d like, is it, dear reader? I’ll spoil the ending for you: They still aren’t right. I’ll get to why, but I’d rather get that out of the way. So what now? Now we look at what did work and use it as a educational post. I like to think, don’t disabuse me of my notions of adequacy, that a lot of these posts can be educational and help you not only make the recipes contained within, but also help you understand the how, whys and what-have-yous. I may never know if these are useful, bu I’ll type them up regardless. For the dear reader that might want to do more, that might need more help, the dear reader that might have been me a few years ago.
What happened? Well, I doubled the recipe, that was quartered, and this time it came together as a shiny, thick batter. Woo! Right? Well, no. But let’s take it in stages. The idea of a buckwheat choux style batter is interesting, it does work to a point. So, if an intrepid reader wants to try this out, feel free, I’ll give you the full recipe, roughly, but you’ll make it work. What was wrong with this was that it was too eggy, the overwhelming taste of egg would persist even if this was sweet. But he batter formed, that part is worth remembering for future experiments. I always hold onto these little titbits, these potential ideas. You may use this, you may not. But you have to take it further by yourself. I’m done here. I’ll tell you all I know, but I’m not holding your hand. Not answering any questions. I’ll give you the recipe now. Then tell you what was wrong. That sounds really uncaring, I admit, but there are vastly better recipes here already and I’d rather focus my attentions on those.
You’ll need 60g Butter, 120ml Water, 2 Medium Eggs (60-65g in shell) whisked in a bowl, 100g Buckwheat Flour, a pinch of salt and 1 Tsp Baking Powder. Heat the butter and water in a pot on a medium heat.
When they’ve melted add the flour and baking powder, stir until combined, remove from heat and stir until it’s fully mixed.
It’ll be a bit dry. Add the eggs, still off the heat, until fully mixed. It’ll be very runny. Then return to the heat stirring until a glossy batter has been formed. About a minute.
Remove from heat, pour into a piping bag. Pipe onto greaseproof lined tray. I kept them small.
Then bake at 230c, fan, for 5 minutes, turn down to 175c, fan, and bake for about 12-15 minutes until golden brown.
So, they bake, surprisingly with little spread. They have a slight crisp on the outside while fresh, but within minutes they start to soften and become sodden. The egg taste becomes very pronounced after cooling for only ten minutes. I couldn’t in good conscience say you should eat this, I wouldn’t. I ate them to see if they were worth posting as a recipe but they aren’t. I like the idea, but the texture is too rubbery, the taste too eggy and the whole just not worth the effort. There is something in boiling a fat with water and adding the buckwheat. But in truth I preferred it as it was in the first failure. This is a strange post, isn’t it? I tell you not to eat or make it, but I give you the recipe. I know there are those who, like me, love to push what meagre ingredients that are available on us on restricted diets. Testing the limits can yield a lot of messes, but also some interesting results. This was such a strange result. Never quite a failure, never completely inedible, but never quite right. That’s it for me, if an intrepid reader want to use the idea go to it. I’m done. I have other recipes to try, a garden to tend to and miles to go before I rest. See you later.