The cashew pie, the cashew shape, and the last cashew nut missed it, unfortunately. Give up the original plan and turn to this big cashew nut. Without cake crumbs, there's still a few sesame sesames in the bottle. I'm sure there's no problem. Honey is a little dry, it's not so easy to mix, it's just a little bit more so that the pie can be condensed. The yeast, make the skin looser. And all of a sudden I think of the banana soufflé that I made, which is a bit like this cashew soufflé. The difference lies only in the difference between pine. The noodles should also be powdered with bubbles, sodas and so forth, so that they don't have to wake up and bake. It's hard to brush the yolk twice. Put it in the fridge so that the noodles don't dry in yolk? The fridge was too full and finally dropped into the fridge, and the direct room was dry, and it didn't seem to be too obvious. Finally, brush the protein, light it up, and then the skin of the baking is yellow and bright. From outer form to colour, it's very unsettling. I can't help but feel it. Full of cashew nuts, full of sweetness, and suddenly remembers the five bean cakes。
Tiramisu, who took me to Tiramisu, a classic Italian dessert, is said to be happy as if he had eaten a delicious Tiramisu. And in Italian legends, Tiramisu, who was first born before the soldiers went to war, and whose desperate lovers, who had no time to bake fine cakes, had to mix their hands and feet into coco-cakes to make rough, quick snacks, sweating to the soldiers, was wearing sweaty beads and tearing away food, though simple, with deep feelings of love. So one of the meanings of Tiramisu is “remember me”. Shen Hong lamented in Dessert that “it convulsifies the complex experiences that the vision can bring to light, as if it were smallpox. The Tung-ja of the teacher used has been reordered according to his own production steps。
