So all day Monday I slaved in the kitchen to make authentic
German Broetchen. Seriously, I was in there for at least 4 hours. The recipe involved folding stiff egg whites into the dough and a lot of kneading and a lot of rising.
Well, by the end I was exhausted and let the last rise go waaaaaaaaaaaay too long. And the second batch to go in the oven had to wait even longer.
When they came out I just about cried.

Ken tried to comfort me not knowing that they were not supposed to be round or flat or fluffy or have weird drips all over them. They are supposed to be oval and crusty and hearty! Anywho, I sent some to school with him and gave the rest away. Instead of trying the recipe again I went to
Siegfried's Delicatessen in SLC. It was awesome had what I needed and just about anything German I could think of.
I bought the rolls and went on my way no worse off for buying them.

P.S. This is what the rolls were supposed to look like! Thanks, Siegfried!