Toujours dans la neige – Macarons au chocolat blanc caramélisé et aux noisettes

caramelised white chocolate and hazelnut macarons

[Always in the snow – Caramelised white chocolate and hazelnut macarons] I’d like to tell you I’ve made macarons today. I had planned to. Really. Last week, we bought mandelmjöl [ground almonds] and florsocker [icing sugar]; mjölkchoklad [milk chocolate] and vispgrädde [whipping cream]. But you see, we’ve been for walks everyday. At times, in the […]

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The weekend boulangerie

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The weekend boulangerie will feature more detailed posts that explore the world of yeast – wether natural or shop-bought. I hope you’ll love these discoveries as much as I do. I will update this post right here as we go along, adding links to the articles I write every week (or so). I had planned […]

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The sound of icebergs – La tarte tropézienne

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There is the sound of the icebergs bumping into each other with every wave, not unlike a distant thunderstorm. There is the forest that I’ve walked through so many times before, now covered in a thick blanket of snow. There are lakrits [liquorice] cookies in the oven. And lights by every window we see. Yes, […]

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A few notes on blind-baking tarts

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Butter the rings I like to butter my rings before lining with dough. It will slide down the ring more easily and won’t ever ever stick to it once baked. How to roll and cut the dough These days I always roll my dough in betwen two sheets of feuille guitare, a thin acetate. If […]

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Les biscuits de Noël

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[Christmas cookies] This morning, I walked to the shop – warm boots, cosy jumper and wool scarf bigger than I am – and bought three kilos of flour, two of caster sugar, one of light brown sugar. There was eggs (twelve) and seven blocks of butter too. And ground almonds. And candied cherries. And candy […]

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Pommes de terre

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[Potatoes] Tonight, we dug potatoes (but really, doesn’t their French name imply so much more: earth apples) from the ground. They’re being boiled. And bacon and falukorv are being fried in a cast iron pan that has probably seen many and manier. Eggs are cooking. And just like this pyttipanna will happen for dinner.

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