Hamburg Franzbrötchen
February 4th, 2018 | bread & pastries
Hamburg without Franzbrötchen? Unthinkable! 1,000 secret recipes and each tastes a little different. But they all taste like Hamburg. Shore leave without Franzbrötchen is no shoreleave. For those who do not have Hamburg in their schedules, here you get the best Franzbrötchen recipe ever.
Attention for all non-Hamburg people (by the way, in Hamburg those people are called “Quiddje”): Although the name sounds like a sort of bread roll (Brötchen means roll), Franzbrötchen actually have nothing in common with rolls. It is a sweet, buttery pastry with cinnamon. In Hamburg people like it for breakfast.
Cinnamon bun (Franzbrötchen)
(approx. 16-18 pieces – needs 1.5 h time for rising + 20 minutes baking time each tray)
Attention: during baking a part of the butter leaks on to the baking tray. Don’t worry, that’s normal. After baking, take the baking tray out of the oven and leave the pastry on it for another 10 minutes, then a part of the butter has been absorbed again.
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