Great Journey 🇸🇪 Day 499
Behind highly romantic images lies a miserable tragedy.
I'll make it short: the seagulls eat a cheesecake I enchanted. My first cake at Omnia. Homemade base, homemade lemon curd. Instead of nibbling on the pastry, everything goes straight into the tin. Everything is baked exactly as in the recipe. The cake develops beautifully, we let it cool and the next day we have fika, as they call the little breaks here. And both of us grimace. That's not how a cheesecake should taste.
I consult the recipe again and notice an ingredient that wasn't there yesterday, for sure.
Even Gerd, who never really finds fault with my own creations and cooking designs, makes a face here. Unfortunately - I have to admit - rightly so.
But what now? I can't throw away food. It hurts. So I cut it into small pieces and took it to the seagulls. By the way, they weren't interested in it at all, they much preferred the slippery ride on the freshly frozen Baltic Sea.
Now I hope that, after the thawing of this very Baltic Sea, my cheesecake will at least taste good to the fish. Or maybe not. That's the fate of an untalented recipe-reading baker.
PS: The Swedes are good at sunlight.
Beautiful pictures 🙂