I went on my zeppole run this morning and tried two new things: sfinci from Palermo and a Cuddura cu l'ova from Il Giardino. I was heading to Reuter's, too, but ran out of time.
The sfinci was incredible. It was a light, airy thing, shaped vaguely like a horn, stuffed to the gills with cannoli filling and topped with candied orange peel. It was luscious and massive compared to the little ones you get at the Taste of Melrose. Plus, those are like little doughnuts while this was a flaky pastry. I just realized that my computer has a camera dealie at the top. From this point forward, I no longer have an excuse to eat at work and not take photos.
The cuddura was interesting, but I'm not sure I'd ever get it again. In the store, it looked like bread. It was next to another type of bread, so I assumed it was. It was a disc, roughly 4" across, with a blue hard-boiled egg in the center, held in place by four strips of dough. It was adorable. I'd seen tiny loaves of bread with colored eggs embedded in them online, but never in person, so I bought one. It turned out the dough was a little more like a cookie, but not terribly sweet; it was sweet like a biscuit you'd use for shortcake, but crumbly, like a sugar cookie. The area around the egg was moister and chewy while the rest was crisper. The egg was a real pain in the ass to peel, but somehow, perfectly cooked despite having been boiled, colored, and baked.
Now that I'm full of bread and sugar, I'm going to attempt napping under my desk.
I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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