This Honey Baklava Tart is a merging of cuisines. Italian Frangipane and Turkish Baklava combine to make a tender, luscious honey, pistachio and hazelnut tart. A truly special treat.
London came and went. Even before I could digest it, reminisce in the warm memories and allow for the thoughts and the experience to settle in, I was packing again and heading for the slopes in southern Bavaria. What a difference a weekend makes! One weekend I was in an invigorating and pulsating city, full of life and power, the next I was standing on a quiet snow covered slope, the rich green confers, thick and abundant frosted with the white powder. London enlivened me, making me feel confident and inspired. Here, on this slope I was surrounded by nature’s beauty and the postcard perfection of the scenery around me should have made me feel free and liberated. Yet, as I looked down at my feet I was restrained by big heavy ski shoes and skis. Just lugging my gear to the bottom of the slope was enough and I was ready to hit the spa for a bit of relaxation. Looking over to the lifts I felt intimidated and yearned for the whirlpool we left back at the hotel instead. I am not much of a skier. I ski, but not with a passion some of my friends have for this sport. I even enjoy it but I lack the drive to really want to enthusiastically keep at it. I managed the first hurdle without making too much of a fool of myself and glided to the top of the slope on the tow lift. I had horror visions of trapping myself and being dragged halfway up the slope on my elbows and knees. Luckily, some other lady fell behind me and as all eyes were focused on her I was able to quickly adjust myself to look like I was born to ski. Phew! Once on top of the slope the next challenge was getting back down and as my husband instructed and tried to motivate me, my head was filled with strange static making it hard to understand anything that was being said. All I could view was the very long, slightly steep way back down. I wish I could click my red skis and find myself lounging by the pool. Soeren beamed at me and lunged forward - he shot down that hill fearlessly. I wish I was 10 years old again. With 10 fear does not exist - it seems. As a 40 year old mother, I was just brimming with fear. Fear for my son’s life and fear for my own life. Double whammy! As I saw my husband slide elegantly past me, I hung my head, took a deep breath and ordered my brain to chant some mantra to take away the angst. My grip around the ski poles tightened, my eyes quickly outlining the easiest route, I hesitantly thrusted myself forward, the chanting in my head getting louder, and off I went. The adrenaline pumped through me and I felt like a million dollars. I had survived the first run. Whether I looked good while I came down that hill is another question. I made my long S’s just like the instructor had taught me, imagining my belly was the light of a lighthouse and turning it left or right accordingly, then bringing my skis around and pulling my legs parallel to each other. The instructor also told me to think about everything else but skiing. That confused me! I was not exactly sure how not to think about skiing as I had to remind myself of each step I took. I chanted and as I was coming down the slope I realized the chanting in actual fact was Hindi songs. They started off in my head, as I picked up pace down the hill so did the chanting, becoming mumbles and finally by the time I got to the bottom I was singing fairly loudly. We spent the first couple of days skiing in lovely weather and with each run I felt more comfortable. I still was not going to become a ski fanatic but at least I was coming down the slopes with more confidence. On the last day, I took one last look down the slope. It was cold and the icy wind blew snow into my face stinging my skin. The weather had turned and I was tired. I had decided to do my last run and head to the hotel’s sauna. I earned it! Halfway down the slope I realized just how icy the slope was. That uneasiness I felt on the first day rose in the pit of my stomach again and as I turned my body to the left my skis hit a patch of ice and my legs decided to take a different route. I was unable to bring my skis together and as I tumbled my right ski got caught in the snow but my knee kept on twisting until I heard a hollow snap. The snap was presumably my ACL tearing or the bone on the outer right knee cracking. I spent a larger part of last week getting scans and x-rays done and visiting my knee specialist. He happens to be one of the best in his field and Tom got both his knees done by him. So I am in good hands. I will be out for a while as my bone needs 4 weeks to heal in which I will be wearing a mobile brace. After this I will have the surgery to repair the ACL, which will need another 4-6 weeks to heal. I limp around but am mobile and while I get frustrated at not being able to move fast enough, do things at my regular pace and dealing with the pain I am taking the advice of my friend Robin “slow down, breathe and heal”. Good advice! I might have a hard time with the slow down part though. This is a heavenly dessert that will force the fastest of us to take a moment to slow down and linger on the flavors. There is flakey phyllo pastry, there is luscious and smooth custard all infused with warming spices of cardamom, cinnamon and vanilla and finally the elegance of orange bring it all together. This custard pie is based on the divine Greek or Maltese Galaktoboureko, a semolina-based custard dessert layered with phyllo pastry that will make you want to sink yourself into. I based this recipe on Peter’s Galaktoboureko - a post that has stuck to my mind from the first time I read it. Ruffles of phyllo pastry are drenched in the custard and then gently baked to give a crunchy and sublime dessert. The perfect dessert for your Easter meal! Recipe: Greek-Style Creamy Custard Phyllo Pie Printable version of recipe here Prep Time: 45 minutes Total Time: 1 hour 45 minutes Serves: 8 Ingredients: 10 sheets phyllo pastry 60g butter, melted ¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon ¼ teaspoon ground cardamom zest of 1 orange 1 stick cinnamon 4 cardamom pods, slightly crushed 1 vanilla bean, split in the centre with the seeds scraped out 350 ml milk 3 eggs 95g sugar 2 tablespoons honey 150g pistachios, coarsely chopped Method: Pre-heat oven to 180 degrees C. Grease and line a 20 cm cake pan with baking paper. Spread out the sheets of phyllo pastry and cover them with a damp cloth to keep them from drying. Take on of the sheets and spread smoothly on the countertop, then brush generously with butter. Coil the sides of the pastry together in a rosette. Place the rosette in the middle of the cake pan and continue with the remaining phyllo pastry in the same way, placing them around the one in the center. Generously brush the tops of each pastry rosette with butter and sprinkle with cinnamon and cardamom. Bake in the oven for 25-30 minutes. In the meantime make the custard by placing the milk, cinnamon stick, cardamom pods and the vanilla bean and seeds in a saucepan and bringing it to a simmer over medium heat. Place the eggs and sugar in a bowl and whisk until thick. Gradually pour the warm milk over the custard mixture, whisking to well to temper the mixture to make sure the eggs do not curdle. Remove the cake pan from the oven and pour the custard over the top of the pastry and sprinkle with the orange zest. Place the pan back in the oven and bake for another 30 minutes until the custard has set. Take the cake pan out of the oven and drizzle the pastry with honey while still hot and sprinkle with pistachios. This tastes great while still warm and fresh on the same day. After that the phyllo pastry ends to get a bit soggy and the custard loses it’s creamy texture. Serve with a thick vanilla sauce. Verdict In all this hustle I totally forgot to raise my glass with you all … last week my blog turned 7! Yes I’ve been around here doing this for the past 7 years and I cannot believe the crazy path What’s For Lunch, Honey? has taken me on. It’s been all very positive and mostly a lot of fun. Blogging has come such a long way since then, it’s amazing how many new and awesome blogs I discover on a weekly basis. I’d like to say a huge thanks to you … my readers and friends who have supported me and are a part of this space, some have been around from the early days! I hope you all enjoy this space as much as enjoy filling it with my words and images. Cin cin! Did you miss the London Workshop? I’ll be hosting another styling and photography workshop in March here in Weimar. A package deal that includes tuition, accommodation, meals and a whole lot more - not to mention connecting with like-minded people and talking, taking and inhaling food, photography and styling for 2 days. Check out the Weimar workshop details! I have not had too much time to surf my favorite blogs and webistes lately. But I am thinking this will change soon as I spend more time resting the knee. I do have a few favorites this week and wanted to share them with you. Hope you enjoy browsing through them. Peter’s took me away with him on a lovely virtual weekend By The Sea Side I wanted to snuggle up in this Cozy Swedish Apartment A great way to take notes with these these adorable and colorful notebooks from The Magic Notebook. Lucky Weimar Workshop participants will each be receiving one. Nikole’s touching poem on the beauty of travel + southern italy with some stunning images Visual graphic: What is success? Color palette of the week a touch of South of France Quote of the week: Do it now .. In Darkness and Light with Jamie’s emotional post You might like these creamy custard ideas from WFLH: Bostini Cream Pie Chai Latte Cream Crème Caramel - Chocolate and Raspberry All photographs and written content on What's For Lunch, Honey? © 2006-2012 Meeta Khurana Wolff unless otherwise indicated. | All rights reserved | Please Ask First
Canelés de Bordeaux, also know as cannelé Bordelais, are magical French bakery confections, little fluted cakes with a rich rum and vanilla interior enclosed by a thin caramelised shell. This brilliant recipe was developed a long ago by an anonymous Bordeaux cook, whose innovation has been subjected to 300 years of refinements. Glossy and dark brown almost black at first sight, bittersweet at first bite, the crunchy burnt sugar canelé-shell makes an exquisite contrast to the smooth, sweet filling, fragrant with vanilla and rum. These little cakes have recently gained cachet after years of neglect, to the extent that they may one day rival the popularity of crème brûlée in the category of caramelized French desserts. Baked in special tin-lined copper moulds, these delicious dessert cakes are often served with Cognac and Wine if you partake of a local degustation! The copper moulds are quite hard to find even in France - if you cannot find them, then these cakes can be made in individiual dariol moulds, small pudding basins, or the silcon moulds which are quite easy to find. This recipe makes 12 to 16 canelés, depending on the size of your moulds. Traditionally beeswax is used to line the moulds, I have dispensed with this and have suggested a sprinkling of sugar inside the well buttered moulds.
Neenish Tarts are a small pastry tart, layers of jam and mock cream filling and topped with two-tone icing. One of the most wonderful traditional Australian desserts found at bakeries everywhere.Make sure to start these a few hours before you want to serve - there is a total of up to 1 hour waiting time for parts to cool.
A classic lemon tart with a twist. Natalie from Lil' Cookie blog joined forces with me & we both agreed, lemon halva is a heavenly match.
If you are not Greek and you have no idea what Bougatsa is, you can read a description here. For this post, I write 'Bougatsa' with inverted commas because this is not ACTUALLY 'Bougatsa' but my fa...
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A traditional recipe for a Greek sweet pie
Lofty, fudgy almond custard barely contained within a tender, flaky crust make this pie from the Extremadura region of Spain a rustic showstopper.
Creamy and flavoful almond filling
Melopita – a Greek cheesecake that is sweetened with honey and served with even more honey is a perfect light dessert for the summers.
In Greece this gorgeous tart is more commonly known as galaktoboureko – layers of filo pastry enclosing a thick custard, then soaked with a lemon-spiked syrup. This recipe by Lisa Faulkner from her cookbook Mother to Mother tastes just like a Greek holiday. It’s a must try recipe! Or, head over to Portugal to try their version of a custard tart: pasteis de nata.
My version of the yummy traditional tarts found in Portugal
Combining perfect flaky pastry, whipped cream, meringue and candied pecans, what's not to love about a dessert of Ottolenghi and Helen Goh's Mont Blanc Tarts?
You won't be able to resist this salted caramel bittersweet chocolate tart! It's so incredibly smooth and rich- and of course, topped with homemade salted caramel!
These individual custard tarts are simple vanilla bean infused custards, topped with the obligatory nutmeg. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a delicious classic.
Nadiya Hussain's recipe for Apple Palm Pies, as seen on her BBC series Time to Eat, is a quick and easy way to make a delicious apple pastry treat.
A twist on the classic milk tart. Vanilla-Cinnamon sponge topped with Milk tart (custard) filling finished with ground cinnamon.
Recipe video above. Also known as Parisian Flan, this traditional French custard tart is the most magnificent custard tart in the world (in my humble opinion!). It's like a giant Portuguese Tart - but better, because there's so much more custard!The custard is truly incredible - rich, creamy, but not overly sweet. Sets perfectly to cut neat slices but melts in your mouth.DO NOT BE DAUNTED by the lengthy looking instructions. At its core, it is just a puff pastry crust filled with custard. Details are provided to ensure there's enough information even for less confident bakers.(And PS, it's SUPPOSED to look rustic!)At its best in the 24 hours after 12 hours refrigeration after finished custard comes out of oven (crispiest base). Keeps 4 - 5 days but pastry starts to lose crispiness (it's still AWESOME though!).My typical workflow: Make custard and line pan with pastry in evening. Bake in morning, fridge all day, serve that evening. Or bake in early evening, fridge overnight, serve the next day.
Our pastry cream recipe is easy and quick. It's a streamlined one-pot technique that skips tricky steps like tempering, creating a rich, stable pastry cream.
Creamy and spicy, these classic English custard tarts boast all the hallmarks of our favorite eggnogs. We based this recipe on one from British journalist and cookbook author Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall.
I've always loved these custard tarts ever since they were huuuge years back and I suppose still are. I came across a recipe by Bill Granger via a friend and it seems pretty true to actual Portuguese custard tarts which pleases me no end. These are my finicky fat phobic Father's steadfast favourite. In fact, I give him a dozen for his birthday, Father's Day and Christmas and he absolutely refuses to share them with my mother so I should probably make some extra for her.
A grown up dessert perfect for impressing at a dinner party, this rich and intense chocolate cake from Nigella Lawson's How to Eat has a light pudding-like texture and is any chocoholic's dream.
Golden flaky pastry filled with a smooth and creamy butterscotch filling, this beautiful school dessert recipe will transport you straight back to your childhood!
This is from the secret cache of recipes I turn to when I have to whip up something special at very short notice – and it’s just fabulous. Although it’s an unassuming slim little cake and somewhat wet inside, don’t let looks fool you; it has the best flavour, and there’s a lovely contrast between […]
Vanilla slice - Krempita 2 sheets of puff pastry 1,5 l / 6 1/3 cups milk 150 g / 5 ¼ oz corn starch 3 packets (9g each) vanilla sugar 8 egg ...
Everyone who knows a bit of portuguese food could see this coming. I mean, I had to start this series of posts with pastéis de nata . ...
Vanilla custard slice, using filo pastry and covered in syrup - it is a bit fiddly, but absolutely delicious. I was given the recipe by the sister of a Greek friend of mine, it is called galaktoboureko.
London came and went. Even before I could digest it, reminisce in the warm memories and allow for the thoughts and the experience to settle in, I was packing again and heading for the slopes in southern Bavaria. What a difference a weekend makes! One weekend I was in an invigorating and pulsating city, full of life and power, the next I was standing on a quiet snow covered slope, the rich green confers, thick and abundant frosted with the white powder. London enlivened me, making me feel confident and inspired. Here, on this slope I was surrounded by nature’s beauty and the postcard perfection of the scenery around me should have made me feel free and liberated. Yet, as I looked down at my feet I was restrained by big heavy ski shoes and skis. Just lugging my gear to the bottom of the slope was enough and I was ready to hit the spa for a bit of relaxation. Looking over to the lifts I felt intimidated and yearned for the whirlpool we left back at the hotel instead. I am not much of a skier. I ski, but not with a passion some of my friends have for this sport. I even enjoy it but I lack the drive to really want to enthusiastically keep at it. I managed the first hurdle without making too much of a fool of myself and glided to the top of the slope on the tow lift. I had horror visions of trapping myself and being dragged halfway up the slope on my elbows and knees. Luckily, some other lady fell behind me and as all eyes were focused on her I was able to quickly adjust myself to look like I was born to ski. Phew! Once on top of the slope the next challenge was getting back down and as my husband instructed and tried to motivate me, my head was filled with strange static making it hard to understand anything that was being said. All I could view was the very long, slightly steep way back down. I wish I could click my red skis and find myself lounging by the pool. Soeren beamed at me and lunged forward - he shot down that hill fearlessly. I wish I was 10 years old again. With 10 fear does not exist - it seems. As a 40 year old mother, I was just brimming with fear. Fear for my son’s life and fear for my own life. Double whammy! As I saw my husband slide elegantly past me, I hung my head, took a deep breath and ordered my brain to chant some mantra to take away the angst. My grip around the ski poles tightened, my eyes quickly outlining the easiest route, I hesitantly thrusted myself forward, the chanting in my head getting louder, and off I went. The adrenaline pumped through me and I felt like a million dollars. I had survived the first run. Whether I looked good while I came down that hill is another question. I made my long S’s just like the instructor had taught me, imagining my belly was the light of a lighthouse and turning it left or right accordingly, then bringing my skis around and pulling my legs parallel to each other. The instructor also told me to think about everything else but skiing. That confused me! I was not exactly sure how not to think about skiing as I had to remind myself of each step I took. I chanted and as I was coming down the slope I realized the chanting in actual fact was Hindi songs. They started off in my head, as I picked up pace down the hill so did the chanting, becoming mumbles and finally by the time I got to the bottom I was singing fairly loudly. We spent the first couple of days skiing in lovely weather and with each run I felt more comfortable. I still was not going to become a ski fanatic but at least I was coming down the slopes with more confidence. On the last day, I took one last look down the slope. It was cold and the icy wind blew snow into my face stinging my skin. The weather had turned and I was tired. I had decided to do my last run and head to the hotel’s sauna. I earned it! Halfway down the slope I realized just how icy the slope was. That uneasiness I felt on the first day rose in the pit of my stomach again and as I turned my body to the left my skis hit a patch of ice and my legs decided to take a different route. I was unable to bring my skis together and as I tumbled my right ski got caught in the snow but my knee kept on twisting until I heard a hollow snap. The snap was presumably my ACL tearing or the bone on the outer right knee cracking. I spent a larger part of last week getting scans and x-rays done and visiting my knee specialist. He happens to be one of the best in his field and Tom got both his knees done by him. So I am in good hands. I will be out for a while as my bone needs 4 weeks to heal in which I will be wearing a mobile brace. After this I will have the surgery to repair the ACL, which will need another 4-6 weeks to heal. I limp around but am mobile and while I get frustrated at not being able to move fast enough, do things at my regular pace and dealing with the pain I am taking the advice of my friend Robin “slow down, breathe and heal”. Good advice! I might have a hard time with the slow down part though. This is a heavenly dessert that will force the fastest of us to take a moment to slow down and linger on the flavors. There is flakey phyllo pastry, there is luscious and smooth custard all infused with warming spices of cardamom, cinnamon and vanilla and finally the elegance of orange bring it all together. This custard pie is based on the divine Greek or Maltese Galaktoboureko, a semolina-based custard dessert layered with phyllo pastry that will make you want to sink yourself into. I based this recipe on Peter’s Galaktoboureko - a post that has stuck to my mind from the first time I read it. Ruffles of phyllo pastry are drenched in the custard and then gently baked to give a crunchy and sublime dessert. The perfect dessert for your Easter meal! Recipe: Greek-Style Creamy Custard Phyllo Pie Printable version of recipe here Prep Time: 45 minutes Total Time: 1 hour 45 minutes Serves: 8 Ingredients: 10 sheets phyllo pastry 60g butter, melted ¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon ¼ teaspoon ground cardamom zest of 1 orange 1 stick cinnamon 4 cardamom pods, slightly crushed 1 vanilla bean, split in the centre with the seeds scraped out 350 ml milk 3 eggs 95g sugar 2 tablespoons honey 150g pistachios, coarsely chopped Method: Pre-heat oven to 180 degrees C. Grease and line a 20 cm cake pan with baking paper. Spread out the sheets of phyllo pastry and cover them with a damp cloth to keep them from drying. Take on of the sheets and spread smoothly on the countertop, then brush generously with butter. Coil the sides of the pastry together in a rosette. Place the rosette in the middle of the cake pan and continue with the remaining phyllo pastry in the same way, placing them around the one in the center. Generously brush the tops of each pastry rosette with butter and sprinkle with cinnamon and cardamom. Bake in the oven for 25-30 minutes. In the meantime make the custard by placing the milk, cinnamon stick, cardamom pods and the vanilla bean and seeds in a saucepan and bringing it to a simmer over medium heat. Place the eggs and sugar in a bowl and whisk until thick. Gradually pour the warm milk over the custard mixture, whisking to well to temper the mixture to make sure the eggs do not curdle. Remove the cake pan from the oven and pour the custard over the top of the pastry and sprinkle with the orange zest. Place the pan back in the oven and bake for another 30 minutes until the custard has set. Take the cake pan out of the oven and drizzle the pastry with honey while still hot and sprinkle with pistachios. This tastes great while still warm and fresh on the same day. After that the phyllo pastry ends to get a bit soggy and the custard loses it’s creamy texture. Serve with a thick vanilla sauce. Verdict In all this hustle I totally forgot to raise my glass with you all … last week my blog turned 7! Yes I’ve been around here doing this for the past 7 years and I cannot believe the crazy path What’s For Lunch, Honey? has taken me on. It’s been all very positive and mostly a lot of fun. Blogging has come such a long way since then, it’s amazing how many new and awesome blogs I discover on a weekly basis. I’d like to say a huge thanks to you … my readers and friends who have supported me and are a part of this space, some have been around from the early days! I hope you all enjoy this space as much as enjoy filling it with my words and images. Cin cin! Did you miss the London Workshop? I’ll be hosting another styling and photography workshop in March here in Weimar. A package deal that includes tuition, accommodation, meals and a whole lot more - not to mention connecting with like-minded people and talking, taking and inhaling food, photography and styling for 2 days. Check out the Weimar workshop details! I have not had too much time to surf my favorite blogs and webistes lately. But I am thinking this will change soon as I spend more time resting the knee. I do have a few favorites this week and wanted to share them with you. Hope you enjoy browsing through them. Peter’s took me away with him on a lovely virtual weekend By The Sea Side I wanted to snuggle up in this Cozy Swedish Apartment A great way to take notes with these these adorable and colorful notebooks from The Magic Notebook. Lucky Weimar Workshop participants will each be receiving one. Nikole’s touching poem on the beauty of travel + southern italy with some stunning images Visual graphic: What is success? Color palette of the week a touch of South of France Quote of the week: Do it now .. In Darkness and Light with Jamie’s emotional post You might like these creamy custard ideas from WFLH: Bostini Cream Pie Chai Latte Cream Crème Caramel - Chocolate and Raspberry All photographs and written content on What's For Lunch, Honey? © 2006-2012 Meeta Khurana Wolff unless otherwise indicated. | All rights reserved | Please Ask First
A creamy Greek dessert made with just 7 ingredients! Galatopita is a milk pie similar to a custard tart. No need to pull out the filo for this one as it’s crustless. Perfect for Easter and other celebrations.
This is a recipe that I posted early in 2009 but is so good that it deserves a second post. When I first made it in 2009, I decided...
I am a big fan of all things custard and these Portuguese Pastel de Nata specialities from Lisbon are just perfect and fairly simple to recreate too.
Flan parisien
Try this light, creamy raspberry cake for a sweet summer treat
Make classic Portuguese custard tarts (Pastéis de Nata) with our step-by-step guide. Dusting the pastry with icing sugar gives the tarts a golden, caramelised crust when cooked
Secret ingredient time! Crushed matzo meal adds depth to this ricotta cheesecake recipe.
This Gypsy Tart is an old English traditional recipe. It’s sweet, rich, creamy, and one of the most quickest and easiest recipes too, with just two ingredients for the filling.
Golden, crispy and extra syrupy. A no fuss, three step Galaktoboureko recipe to make the best traditional Greek custard pie on your first try!
Pasticciotti: Easy, delicious and fairly quick to make.
