Origin: The Colomba (in English means Easter Dove) is an Italian traditional Easter cake. The dough for the colomba is made in a similar manner to panettone, with flour, eggs, sugar, natural yeast and butter. The dough is then fashioned into a dove shape (dove = colomba in Italian) and finally is topped with pearl sugar and almonds. It is almost Easter, so let’s prepare a home-made version of it ( – ;
100 gr Butter
200 gr Sugar
350 gr Flour
1 Tablespoon milk
An orange peel
8 gr Baking powder
50 gr Almonds
2 Tablespoons Amaretto di Saronno
Candied fruit (optional)
Or the glaze: Almonds + Pearl sugar + 1 Egg white
Recipe: In a bowl mix the yolks, the soften butter and the sugar. Meanwhile beat the egg whites until stiff and add them to preparation together with all the other ingredients. Put the dough in the dove-shaped pan, sprinkle it with the almonds and the pearl sugar, and bake (170 degrees) for about an hour.
Trick or Threat: If you don’t have a dove-shaped baking pan, make up one following this tutorial
Dedicated to: Luca, a man stuffed with goodness as our dove despite his nice vulture look. Anyways…
It’s Sunday morning, it snows (as always here in Brussels), I am still in bed when I hear the doorbell ring. I don’t answer, ah maybe the usual Heaven keys’ resellers, I think. The doorbell rings again. Ok, I’ll answer! And then I hear a shy “It’s Luca”. Luca??? “Fourth floor” I say, and meanwhile: What is he doing in Brussels?? Is it really him? Oh Mine, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet! And look at my pyjama! Thoughts go as fast as my hearth: Keep calm and breathe, Eva, he will be at your floor in only 1 minute! But I’m Italian and I cannot keep calm!
And here he stands. He is overwhelming as always, mysterious and languid, the head bent on the side as a sign of surrender, and looking down as a punished naughty kid.
“Hi, come in, it’s a bit messy, the cleaning lady comes on Mondays. Would you like a coffee?” I ask. He nods, he doesn’t say anything, he looks around like a little bird just landed in a new nest, and he waits. What are you waiting for?? Why are you here? I think, and then FINALLY he says: “You know, I thought about it, you were right, we can be happy together”. Then he continues: “We just need to give it, to give US, a try. Please, give us a chance! I am now free; I broke up with my girlfriend”. Ah ok, if you broke up with your girlfriend then… I am thinking about what to answer while the coffee is burning on the stove and I say…
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAALT, stop the movie! Dear readers, please note that this is only a movie, a dream. In reality he will never break up with his girlfriend for me and I now have the confirmation that I suffer from “The Thorn Birds disease”: I always fall in love with guys I cannot have, exactly like Maggie who falls in love with Ralph de Bricassart (a priest).
And the dream I made on our little thorn bird (I told you he was more a vulture than a dove!) impaled itself on the longest, sharpest spine as Ralph de Bricassart once told Maggie:
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles.
Bitterness please go awayyyyyyyyyyy