Thirty-seven weeks. Technically full term, which is the kind of milestone that should feel like an achievement and instead just means the waiting has shifted from "too early" to "any time" and "any time" is its own particular form of psychological weight to carry around.
March came in, finally. The winter has been long this year in the specific way Boston winters are long—not just cold but gray and relentless and the kind of thing you stop fighting sometime in February and just endure. Saturday I stood at the kitchen window in the late afternoon and there was something different about the light. Not spring yet. Just the suggestion that spring was being considered somewhere in the supply chain.
Sean has been sleeping with his phone face-up on the nightstand. I haven't said anything about it. He's been doing it for two weeks now—the waiting father configuration, available the moment the moment comes. He still goes to work, comes home, makes dinner when I'm tired, watches the Celtics. But the phone stays face-up and his sleep has gotten lighter. I know because I'm awake a lot and I notice.
I had a false alarm on Wednesday—contractions that were regular for two hours and then faded into nothing, which is apparently normal and which I would have recognized as normal in someone else immediately. In myself I timed them for two hours and then called the on-call line and felt embarrassed talking to a nurse I've probably passed in the hall. She was kind about it. Braxton Hicks, she said. I know what Braxton Hicks are. Knowing and feeling are different things.
Made a slow-cooker pot roast because I wanted food that didn't require me to stand. Set it in the morning and went back to sleep for two hours. Woke up to the apartment smelling like beef and rosemary.
The pot roast was the right call that morning—but it got me thinking about the other slow recipes, the ones where you do a little work up front and then just…wait for the thing to become itself. A few days later I made this pull-apart bread, which is very much that kind of recipe: you make the dough, you let it rise, you layer in the butter and cinnamon, and then you wait again while the oven does its work and the whole apartment fills up with something warm and unmistakably good. There’s something about that particular kind of waiting—the kind where you already know the outcome is coming, you just don’t know exactly when—that felt right for the week I was having.
Buttery Cinnamon Pull-Apart Bread
Prep Time: 25 min (plus 1 hr 30 min rise) | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 2 hr 30 min | Servings: 10
Ingredients
- 3 cups (360g) all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
- 2 1/4 tsp active dry yeast (one standard packet)
- 1/2 cup whole milk, warmed to 110°F
- 1/4 cup warm water
- 3 tbsp granulated sugar, divided
- 1/2 tsp fine salt
- 2 large eggs, room temperature
- 6 tbsp unsalted butter, melted and divided
- Cinnamon Filling:
- 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
- 1 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
- 1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
- 4 tbsp unsalted butter, softened
- Optional glaze:
- 1 cup powdered sugar
- 2–3 tbsp milk
- 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
Instructions
- Proof the yeast. Combine warm water, warm milk, 1 tbsp granulated sugar, and yeast in the bowl of a stand mixer. Stir gently and let sit 5–8 minutes until foamy. If it doesn’t foam, the yeast is inactive—start over with fresh yeast.
- Make the dough. Add the remaining 2 tbsp sugar, salt, eggs, and 4 tbsp of the melted butter to the yeast mixture. Using the dough hook, mix on low to combine. Add flour one cup at a time, mixing until a shaggy dough forms. Increase to medium and knead for 6–8 minutes until the dough is smooth, soft, and slightly tacky but not sticky.
- First rise. Shape dough into a ball, place in a lightly greased bowl, and cover with plastic wrap or a damp towel. Let rise in a warm spot for 1 hour to 1 hour 15 minutes, until doubled in size.
- Make the filling. Stir together brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg in a small bowl. Set aside. Ensure your softened butter is spreadable.
- Shape the bread. Punch down the dough and turn onto a lightly floured surface. Roll into a rough 12x18-inch rectangle. Spread softened butter evenly over the surface, leaving a 1/2-inch border. Sprinkle the cinnamon-sugar filling evenly over the butter and press lightly to adhere.
- Cut and stack. Cut the dough lengthwise into 5 even strips. Stack the strips directly on top of each other. Cut the stack crosswise into 6 equal squares. You’ll have a stack of layered squares.
- Load the pan and second rise. Grease a 9x5-inch loaf pan. Stand the squares cut-side up in the pan, fitting them snugly side by side like a row of books. Cover loosely and let rise 30–40 minutes until puffed and slightly crowning above the pan edge.
- Bake. Preheat oven to 350°F. Brush the tops with the remaining 2 tbsp melted butter. Bake 30–35 minutes until deep golden brown on top. If the top browns too quickly, tent loosely with foil after 20 minutes. An instant-read thermometer inserted into the center should read 190°F.
- Cool and glaze. Let cool in the pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a rack. Whisk together powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla until smooth and drizzle over the top if using. Serve warm—the layers pull apart easily by hand.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 320 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 12g | Carbs: 48g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 145mg