week FifteeN: Roasted Quince

Usually all the quince available is processed into marmelada, or as people say in english Quince Paste.
I was never very keen on marmelada. However, I always loved eating roasted quince with sugar on top. It is the perfect dessert for a chilly Fall day.
As sister said today: "maybe being happy is to harvest quince from your backyard and spend the entire afternoon peeling them and preparing marmelada with your family".

week FourteeN: Grandmother's cake

All child memories come with smell and flavors. Smiles and tears. Chocolate and caramels. Running and falling. Adults and boredom. Friends and freedom. Brothers mean annoyance. or knowledge. or distance. Holidays mean sun and beach. Grandparents are wise. And grandmothers spoil us and bake delicious chocolate cakes!

week ThirteeN: Popovers

probably the least Portuguese treat! but there are a couple of reasons for them to be present among Portuguese sweets!
1. I tried them in woods hole and they bring me unforgettable memories of the only lazy week day - between science, sun and big friends,
2. baking them is great fun,
3. maybe they have a Portuguese soul,
4. and last but not the least - I once shared a popover with a person that soon after I fall for! and I believe that this small gesture made all the difference. my eyes secretly expecting that those sweet green-caramel eyes would land on mine!!!
obrigada popovers!

week TwelvE: Carrot roly-poly

I always loved this cake.
It is covered with sugar, making it crunchy in the outside. Once we slice it, we see the most amazing bright orange color. When we taste it is soft and moisty.
But for me the most awsome thing with the carrot roly-poly is that its characteristics are due to carrots.
How can vegetables make so amazing treats?

week EleveN: Olive oil cookies

Back home we use olive oil every time we cook. I guess it never crosses our minds to use any different source of fat. However, using olive oil to bake still seems a bit unusual.
These olive oil cookies are a typical recipe from my grandparents little village, right in the boarder with Spain. People use to make them as a gift for guests in weedings. They taste like countryside! The olive oil bitterness and sweet smell blends perfectly with sugar. The cookies are crunchy outside and they crumble in our mouth as we taste them.