I love custard. I love everything related to custard. I don’t like drinking milk, but I love the milky taste of custard, combined with eggs of course. This pie is a perfect example of milky, sweet custard – as a pie, but without a crust.
Yes it is! For Finnish readers, the only problem may be to find it because I only know 2 shops in Itäkeskus which sell kadayif (I will write about them below). But once you get a hold of it, you’ll be more than happy to make this delicious and easiest dessert.
For the last few weeks, since Helsinki warmed up, I’ve been planning to make a light, summery dessert. This is it! And it couldn’t be easier!
I didn’t know lingonberry until I came to Finland. I didn’t even know its existence. I ate it for the first time on my second day in Helsinki, as a sauce for a savoury dish (can’t remember what the dish was hmm…). After that my relationship with lingonbery has been quite formal with mutual respect!
If you want to have a dessert that is quite sweet but not with tons of sugar, I recommend you this extremely easy recipe!
I have been planning to make this dessert for a looo…ng time. Every time I decided to work on it, something happened and I had to postpone. Finally last weekend I had the time and energy to work on it and it turned out to be an amazing sweet experience. And then I also realised that this dessert is originally from Egypt with the name “Basbousa”!
Back in February, I made a fully gluten free yoga brunch here in Helsinki. As usual, the brunch was vegetarian, and there were also many vegan options. This chocolate mousse was one of the sweets in that brunch, and it was a hit. Especially my friend Essi, who did the yoga part of the brunch loved it very much!
I ate flan, Spanish flan to be exact, for the first time over 3 years ago in a tiny wine & tapas restaurant here in Helsinki, called Kombo Winebar & Kitchen. I went there with my friends Minni and Alli, they were going to celebrate the birthday of one of their friends and I tagged along. I didn’t eat any of the tapas as I was there already with full stomach but I ate the flan and it was a life changing experience. So tasty, so beautiful, so light it was. After that, I got obsessed with flan…
I don’t remember the first time I ate this dessert, nor do I remember who had made it. All I can remember is the feeling. I absolutely loved the dessert, even though I had never been a fan of quince as a fruit or of the fruit desserts such as baked apples or poached pears etc.
I am sitting alone in my apartment. It is February 12th, 2016, 23:05. It is just a regular winter night. A Friday night. Last year this day was a Thursday night. And it was a night when I was feeling very happy, completely unaware of what was about to come. That moment, that feeling I had was real, although, it wasn’t.