One million years ago I found this link:
I never made it,
but never forgotten it.
I felt like trying something special.
Once this could mean a trip to Paris
and run straight to Poilane,
or maybe Italy,
to have a coffee with cornetti.
I have to use my own oven.
I got used to it,
maybe even prefer it.
So I got my pots.
Blindfolded Misses Kitchenaid
and start to blend.
And that was it.
Job done for 18 hours!
This morning I finally could do something to the bubbly mixture.
I could not imagine
what this blurb would turn in to.
I had to get a pastry scraper to handle the dough.
A really hot Creuset casserole pan
My oh My, does the smelly blob really turned in this beauty?