The doughnut divinity is definitely Jewish
OMG! Jerusalem is life changing — and it has taken me to the point of seriously considering giving up pastry in favour of doughnuts. If you know me well, you’ll understand this is bigger than changing religion. (3 min read)
OMG! Jerusalem is life changing. It has taken me to the point that I’m seriously considering giving up pastry in favour of doughnuts!!! If you know me well, then you will understand that this is bigger than changing religion.
I found a buzzing little cafe in Jerusalem yesterday but as I’d already eaten (a lot), I gave it a miss. But like a hungry bloodhound, when lunch time came around today, I easily found the cafe.
The salad was so nice and interesting that, in other circumstances, I would describe it for you. But it was truly the bridesmaid on this occasion.
The Jewish doughnut could be the new love of my life. I asked the waiter to bring me the best one (only one) and I trusted we would be compatible.
My doughnut was perfectly formed and undoubtedly the most beautiful in the cabinet. It came dressed with a square of bitter chocolate and a gold leaf almond. It was cool to look at and cool to touch. The pastry, which was choux, was slightly salty and a little chewy, while still being very light. And at first I thought, that’s nice but where’s my face-fuck. Then it came all over me. The filling was hazelnut cream with just a little bit of chocolate. And after a few bites there was a chocolate rush that caused me to lose my breath. My eyes rolled back and I seriously contemplated breaking up the raspberry danish that has been the love of my life since 1999.
Then common sense took over. I acknowledged I could just be feeling the novelty of the holiday romance. And like all good relationships, it takes time. And lots of dates. So, I resolved to go back to the cafe each day to test whether I’m still smitten. That’s about a week of doughnuts.
Someone better put Babka on notice.
Namaste.
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