Since there’s no way I can keep eating six croissants each weekend without literally dying, I froze half of the last batch of croissants I made. Stuck them in the freezer on a quarter sheet after shaping them, then stored them all together in a freezer-safe Ziploc bag. I was curious whether or not they would hold up, but then, you can buy perfectly good frozen puff pasty, so worth a shot.
I’ve discovered that the ambient temp of our kitchen makes it so that proofing baked goods takes at least twice as long as expected. Last time, when I made croissants, I proofed them overnight after taking them out of the fridge for approximately eight hours (in an off-oven to protect from croissant-stealing cats), and they still seemed a little under-proofed. Which seemed ridiculous, but pastries don’t lie.
Anyway, all that lead up to say, Adam and I forgot about the frozen croissants for about a week and rediscovered them last night. We set some out at around 6p to defrost and proof overnight so we could have them for breakfast.
Then we forgot about them again.
I went to go make lunch for myself, started making some tea, and then thought OH SHIT THE CROISSANTS.
They had been proofing for something like 17 hours at that point. SEVENTEEN HOURS. They had developed a bit of a skin, but actually looked okay? So, needing lunch anyway, I baked them up, and they turned out… surprisingly well.
They caught a bit, because I was distracted by reading a book, but the structure of the interior was the best it’s been so far. Still not perfect (nothing’s perfect, of course), but much more airy and open and honeycombed than previous batches.
Here’s to happy accidents, I guess?