Pumpkin Maple Oat Rolls

Healthy 6am weekday conversations in our home are rare. As I guess they are in most households with children of any sort: pre-teen and post teens! Usually, moaning and grumbling tend to dampen the chit-chat of the blue tits and red robins; and even the cocks crowing-a dawn. The kids channel crackles with dragging feet and sniffling that has tears lurking close by.


Memory slates are wiped clean. Were they not, human children would recollect the encouragement from ‘bothering’ parents to sleep early ….the night before. ‘Oh Mama, only 5 more minutes of Disney channel. I want to finish my book. I can’t find my teddy bear. Dinosaur. Hair band’. Numerous pleadings soon turn insistent – ‘You have to go to bed now!’ And the ritual begins. I coast up and down the halls, settling one in one bedroom, kissing the other, going back to the first room to turn on air-conditioning, put out lights and mute all discussions that could easily fill an hour.


And then it is morning. Sunrise and its magical tropical warmth are accompanied by gentle morning taps and nudges. The wake-up calls are often rewarded with ‘I didn’t sleep one bit last night. I couldn’t even sleep. I was awake the whole night. I’m tired. I don’t want to go to school’. Often the one question that envelopes me in laughter comes from a certain 4 year old who will open an eyelid, one singular eye covering to ask ‘Do I have PE (Physical Education aka opportunity to play, run and jump) today? If it is a Tuesday or Thursday, he gets up the instant I whisper into his ears ‘Yes, you have PE today’.


He needs no bidding. He rouses himself with passion, heads to the bathroom and then once his morning routine is executed, marches to me for the rest. On any other day though, the son is usually not pleased; especially on Mondays and Fridays when his sisters are kitted in red and white sports clothes, for their own day of PE. But then again, he is a growing young man whose needs for physical activity have been awoken…and need nourishing. I’ve learnt well and so on most Mondays now, I say to him ‘You have PE tomorrow’ and this rouses him…and makes him smile. We cuddle and laugh and he arises. He understands.

After weeks of getting worked up, I begin to nod in agreement when the morning discussions begin. Time has taught me the foolishness of doing otherwise. And in all honesty, I know the feelings of tiredness for numerous times I’ve woken up broken, as though I never laid my head down to sleep.  An additional antidote is tickling….which I’ve begun to employ…and which is working too.

That morning’s conversation (months ago), held between the fire of dawn and the rising sun is all about Maple syrup. Daughter #2 long ago pledged allegiance to Canada, loving both its symbol of Independence – the maple leaf and the syrup produced from its trees. Her pancake-eating and French-toast quaffing days however were in steep decline. She said, ‘Mama’, pulling her white socks up…’I miss Maple syrup. I can’t eat pancakes without them and I want to’, the other sock going on, and the soft white cottonness folded down, as if underlining the importance of her profound statement. This is from a child who isn’t a weekday ‘morning’ person.


At that point, I announced the arrival of our container and personal belongings; and she asks again if her bottles of Maple syrup are there. I said yes, and she wanted to know how many ‘litre’ bottles there were. When I said five, she flashed the widest rising-dawn smile I’d seen in recent times. And gave me a hug. And proceeded to tell me with as much seriousness as she could muster, which for this particular child is no difficult task; she said as she donned her white cotton shirt, school logo flashing in red, that she wanted to change her name. To ‘Maple Syrup’.

I laughed, a hearty laugh. And then tell her it is not possible. That name is protected, and in many parts of the world is a ‘produit du terrior’. Even if it weren’t, I’d rather she bore the name we so loving gave her, which means ‘Only God knows what he’s doing’.

I like the sound of terrior though, which in typical French fashion sounds immeasurably more sophisticated than it is…to begin with. It roughly translates as ‘Taste of a place’, and if you’ve ever had a Greek Salad at a Grecian restaurant on an island in the Mediterranean and gone on to try the same dish in London, you might understand what I mean. Often the atmosphere, quality and something else is captured in that place, the origin, the fulcrum and centre. A ‘je nais se quoi’ quality.

And so I tell my wonderful daughter that much as I’d like to immortalize her in history, I can’t magically convert her to another type of liquid gold. To a syrup fit for dousing pancakes. What I can do for her though is let her arise on a weekend morning to the sweet smell of a freshly baked loaf, fit only for princes and princesses, with all the richness, warmth and sweetness of her beloved maple syrup. And that’s exactly what I did.

This loaf was perfect in winter even if it speaks of the best of autumn and fall – the sweetness of the maple and the orangeness of pumpkin puree. The softness of heart and the nostalgia that come upon us when all around are scattered leaves and blazing skies.

The crust was golden, soft and fudgy with a maple butter glaze and maple flakes. Heaven. And the interior – soft, supple, rich, tender, chewy, and shred-y.


1 cup milk
6 tablespoons maple syrup
2 tablespoons (chopped) butter or olive oil
1/4 cup pumpkin puree
1 egg
3/4 cup rolled oats
2 teaspoons salt
2 1/2 – 3 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon instant action yeast
Maple flakes, to taste
Extra 2-3 tablespoons of melted butter, mixed with 2 – 3 tablespoons of maple syrup, to glaze roll tops


Scald milk and pour into a large bowl. To it, add the maple syrup, butter, pumpkin puree, stirring till the butter is melted. Then add the egg, rolled oats and salt. Allow to cool to lukewarm.

Combine the flour and yeast and using a dough whisk or a wooden spoon, then gradually add the flour mix to the cooled ‘liquid’. You may not need all 3 cups. The result dough should hold together, with no flour lumps/patches. It should be soft/loose but should not be liquid!

In typical lazy (and successful, might I add), no-knead fashion, cover with a lid/loosely with plastic wrap and refrigerate for a minimum of 2 hours or overnight. The resulting dough does not rise much.

Turn out the chilled dough on a floured work surface and knead or fold and turn the dough slightly. Cut dough into 12 balls. Press each ball into a flat rectangle with your fingers, then roll up and tuck ends under.

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Place seam-side down in a well-buttered 9 inch round pan.


Brush all over with ½ of the melted butter-maple mix and sprinkle with the maple flakes. Let rise until doubled in size in a warm place, about two hours. I find my microwave is the best spot for ‘rising dough’ not to mention safe and away from hands and other random objects falling out of the sky full cupboards!


Preheat oven to 170°C (350° F). Bake for 35-40 minutes or until rolls are nicely browned and sound hollow when you tap their tops. The internal temperature should be 190 degrees (I used my meat thermometer to check this!).


Remove from the pans and brush generously with melted butter – maple mix. Let cool on a rack for 5-10 minutes.


Serve warm…with salted butter, jam and anything else that tips your scales!


All said and done, I see a trip to Canada is in the offing….. I’ll have to get your recommendations (at some point in the future) for a maple-tapping camp so I can take the kids to get the real experience.

What is your favourite bread roll recipe? And your favourite way to use maple syrup?


  1. I love this web site! I love the pictures, the layout, the simplicity and delight. My oven is old and kaput. This will prod me to get a new one. Here in America we suffer from a dearth of Real Food and good taste. (There are other compensations, though.) Thank you!

    • Maureen, thanks. I like the fact that they have oats int hem – it always makes my ‘heart’ and head feel better……and that the kids ate it…and like it too!

      Kitty – thanks and welcome to Kitchen Butterfly. I appreciate your kind comments. Though my oven is new, its different from the one I had when we lived in the Netherlands (till August 2011), so I am still figuring out the timing adjustments….so far so good. Happy baking now and when you get a new one

  2. What an amazing way to start the day – lucky kids indeed!
    We have just been in Canada (Vancouver) and the variety and low cost of maple products just about had me in tears. We are very limited in what maple syrup we can buy in Australia and it all costs an absolute fortune. Tragic for an addict like myself.

  3. I think I might steal your daughter’s idea, I too would call myself Maple Syrup, I love it on anything! I would use it on almost anything sweet and many salted too, but one of my greatest memories of it was in Canada where I had it over smoked salmon and mashed potatoes. It has never left my mind! Thanks for the recipe, mut try it sooooooon!

    • Tesei, I love the sweet-savoury combo too (I’m hooked on salted caramel!) – I must try this on some good quality fish – maybe grilled…..I’ll let you know if I do!

      Amanda, I know what you mean about the cost of maple products in Canada versus some other parts of the world. When we lived in The Netherlands, my husband was at a shop once buying a litre bottle of maple syrup. He came across a Canadian lady who was aghast at the cost. She was off to Canada in a few days. Guess what she did? She promised him some syrup out of sheer kindness, they exchanged phone numbers and she delivered us some on her return. Fro free. Wonderful, eh?

      Mademoiselle D – it was delicious with some salted butter. I love the fact that I made bread rolls – there are actually a few bread recipes that I see myself as being unable to make but….the list is getting shorter.

    • Rhonda – you’re right, maple syrup has improved so many mornings of my life. I adore it!

      Krista – glad you tracked some down. Phew. It was the same fear I had moving back home to Nigeria – would I still be able to find maple syrup? As it happens, I have a colleague whose family lives in Canada – he travels often and just brought me back 2 litres. As you can imagine, the 5 litres we had when our stuff arrived in October have been ‘drunk’. Lots of love

      Steve – thanks. I enjoyed writing the ‘story’ and my daughter read it! We’ve been having lots of laugh since I published this. She sees, I’m not so bad 🙂

  4. Your daughter is a girl after my own heart. 🙂 I LOVE maple everything, and was so sad when I got to Australia and couldn’t find my beloved Maple Extract!! Then a dear friend tracked some down online and all is well in my little world again. 🙂 LOVE these gorgeous rolls. Would be so happy to share them with you over a cup of coffee and a good, long visit. 🙂 XO

  5. Having a name of Maple Syrup would definitely elicit some attention! I agree wit your daughter though, it’s a treasure and one that I would not like to do without. It can certainly improve a morning!

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