Monkey Bread
June 26, 2009 | Print | E-mail | Filed under bread, maple
I must warn you before you go any further that the following is NOT a low-calorie recipe. Not even a little bit. But I also have to tell the truth: as far as comfort food goes, it’s right up there with mac and cheese. I ate it last week fresh out of the oven on a dreary, rainy day, and it instantly changed my mood. The bad news is that it’s hard to keep yourself from eating it all. The good news is, it’s really easy to make! Here’s what you need:
For the bread:
- 2 cans flaky biscuits
- 1 and 1/2 tsp cinnamon
- 1/2 cup sugar
For the glaze:
- 1 stick butter
- 1 Tbsp real maple syrup
- 1/4 cup brown sugar
- 1/8 tsp nutmeg
First, preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Cut all of the biscuits into quarters. I like the flaky kind since they puff up a bit more, but you can use any kind you want.
Pour the sugar and cinnamon into a large resealable bag, and shake the bag to mix. Add in the biscuit quarters, then shake the bag again to cover the biscuits in the cinnamon-sugar mix.
Place the biscuit quarters in a nonstick pan – I used my bundt pan, but you can use any shape. No need to grease it!
Next, melt the butter, adding in the brown sugar and nutmeg. Stir until well-blended, and then pour over the top of the bread.
Bake about 30 minutes, or until the top is golden brown.
Let it cool…but not too long; it’s best when eaten warm. You can store the leftovers in the refrigerator – they heat up well in the microwave the next day!
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June 26th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
I haven’t made monkey bread since I was a little girl with my grandma! Nostalgic and delicious!
June 27th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Mmmmmm…. That looks sooo good! Are you going to bring it camping?? You should!
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June 28th, 2009 at 9:16 am
Monkey Bread is one of those things I CANNOT STOP EATING!!! I probably only make it once or twice a year because I have no self-control!
September 16th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
I love monkey bread! As a kid, it was always available at our neighbor’s New Year’s parties. What a delight. New Years–get it, you can eat until you bust (not counting calories), and then diet tomorrow. Somehow I don’t think that’s what they had in mind, but as a teen, I probably did.