If you hear this, somewhere in some beach of Portugal, go ahead; buy a Bola de Berlim. You won’t regret it!
And what is a Bola de Berlim, you ask? This is something very typical to find in every pastry/bakery in Portugal, and yet, Summer is the season where you see them more. I would love to know who was the first brilliant guy who decided to sell these beauties in the beach. The truth is, they really taste better when eaten by the sea.
Besides the experience of eating Bolas de Berlim in the beach, I would advise you to search them in other places too, as the ones sold in the beach can get over priced.
In other parts of the World, this delicacy is also known as (German) Berliner. This version, is filled with a red (strawberry, raspberry, etc.) jam, while the Portuguese version is with a yellow cream – what we call creme pasteleiro.
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Figs, figos, figs… And the saga continues!
I’m bringing another fig cake, but this time also with chocolate. With so much work lately, I’ve been too busy to bake or try new things. This cakes are quit fast and easy to make. Sometimes that’s all I need after long day.
Sitting outside, surrounded with my flowers and veggies, a cup of coffee, a slice of a frui-ish cake… And peace.
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Summer is here and has been fantastic! Besides the warm weather and the beautiful sunny days, Summer for me means more than anything else, fruit! And the king of this season is without doubt the fig.
Waking up, grab my boys and go harvesting some figs, it is what makes me happy! With them, we make a little bit of everything – jams, cakes, cookies or eat them fresh as they are.
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My grandma’s chouriço bread was the best. No one in the world could / can make such bread as her. I don’t know if it was her hands, the way she kneaded or something else; the truth is, her chouriço bread was one of a kind.
And I don’t say this because my grandma’s food is better than yours, but because it was for real. When Cantinho de São João existed – a small house where served food and snacks during the weekend in my hometown -, she was one of the cooks and the responsible one for making bread. Everyone loved her bread! When the “restaurant” closed, it was still possible to see people during weekends looking and asking where that famous pão com chouriço was…
When she passed away, my mother and aunt were – and still are! – the responsible to make bread in our family reunions. I must admit, they’re good and I like their bread, but it tastes different. Or maybe is just me, that misses my grandmother a lot.
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