I’ve been baking over my head the last several weeks, taking on recipes I know nothing about and succeeding about as much as you’d expect. The smart thing at this point is to retreat into something comfortable and familiar. But then why do the smart thing? Why not tempt fate even further, try to climb one of the Everests of pastry wearing nothing but sneakers, and risk total disaster and humiliation? Is that even a question? Let’s go!
I’m in Portuguese-speaking territory already, so let’s hop from Brazil over to Portugal and try something that’s supposed to be impossible: pastel de Belém. Boo-yah!