Today, we had a cooking extravaganza over at Sophia's in which Lukas, a native Swede, taught us the art of Swedish pastries (because obviously, the proper way to learn the techniques of Swedish cooking is directly from a true Swede.) He taught us how to make 'bullar' which is a type of Swedish dessert very reminiscent of the American cinnamon roll. We went all out, aprons and everything - the whole shebang. However, we're not the most prepared cooks in the world and a trip to the grocery store for milk, in our aprons covered in flour, mind you, took place and was shortly followed by a trip next-door to borrow flour from the neighbor when ours ran out. Like I said, we were born to be bakers.
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We are pros at guestimating quantities of butter - we should enter in competitions |
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But just don't ask us to convert deciliters to cups...
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Shpook was our faithful kitchen companion, through and through |
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There was the bound-to-happen flour explosion disaster -> |
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And the aftermath of said explosion - flour everywhere |
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Then we had a bit too much fun manually spreading the butter |
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Three cooks in the kitchen (each with a mind of their own) |
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The pearl sugar on top was the perfect final touch... |
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So we applied it over the bullar, liberally |
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Patiently awaiting the 'bullar' to be done |
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Hot and fresh out of the oven... |
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And the final product - perfection |
And they taste just as good as they look;)
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