You know, yesterday I was talking to Z and telling her how I was craving berliners or eclairs or anything sweet and creamy and delicious like them and she asked me if there wasn’t any chance I’d get some. Thing is, it was almost 6pm and I was about to start classes (yes, I’m a teacher) and I couldn’t go anywhere to buy them. So I went to the kitchen to eat something before classes started and guess what I found right on the table, along with the usual bread, cheese, butter…? BERLINERS! My stepfather read my mind :)
Berliners (“Sonho”, to us, brazilian people)
Follow the link for recipe.
Thanks to Flagrante Delícia