Back in the good old days recipes were swapped across fences. The art of baking was a unifying force as the sweet waft of stoves in action filled streets. I can only imagine it would be a stroke of pure blessed luck to lob alongside cooks that were generous in knowledge and skilled in their craft.
Hence my delight that for the next little while the cosy south island of New Zealand is my home. Christchurch to be precise. A poor wounded city that is bravely rebuilding a future. A city with its fair share of quirks and snarls, but city with quite possibly some of the finest baking I have ever spied.
Let it go on official record that our Kiwi neighbours are damn fine bakers. Fingers crossed that during my NZ tenure I learn a trick or two from my fellow Antipodeans.
Check out this delicious assortment on offer at my local Saturday morning haunt - The Riccarton Markets - baking at its best!
|The Kiwis are masters of sweet toothsome millimetre perfect slices. A cup of tea with out a little square of one of these is a wasted opportunity.|
This is Anna - she bakes like a woman possessed every week to deliver cakes that are plump and bursting with interesting things. I stalk her stall every week to see what is on offer.
Each little home made morsel is as perfect as can be. The hazelnut ameretti are crunchy on the outside and sweet and succulent on the inside - just like they should be.
Row upon pretty row of macaroons at their picture perfect best, Rose with cinnamon happen to be my favourite, closely followed by salted caramel.
and yes the custard does playfully ooze from these beauties with each bite.
Even the much maligned doughnut is given a delicious twist and turned irresistible by the deft hand of a Kiwi baker.
If you want the low down on the biggest, best most delicious thing then just ask a hungry wide eyed boy on limited income!
Yes New Zealand- with your fairy tale beauty and old fashioned hospitality - I think we are going to get along famously.