#sfogliatella

[starlightiing]

Once we clean out the house and I get my hands on my grandma's sfogliatella recipie its over for everyone.

you get a sfogliatella

YOU get a sfogliatella

AND YOU GET A SFOGLIATELLA

EVERYONE GETS TO HAVE SFOGLIATELLA

[kittypatch]

Sfogliatella .. one of my favorites! Finally Orlando has a deli that fills my yen.

[pamietniko]

sfogliatella e baba

Naples, Italy

[laragazza-dalcuore-infranto-blog]

Domenica,7 maggio

Ore 11:14

🌌Momenti di relax🌌

[lospeakerscorner]

La sfogliatella è una cosa seria

[yassifiedrumpelstiltskin]

have any of you bitches ever had a sfogliatella ???? i walked by one and i was like hmm that looks good and i bought it and. the most flaky, deliciously textured pastry with this luscious, thick filling and i will be passing away now i have lived life i have seen all there is to see goodb

[pierluigiluceri]

from Naples with Love | da Napoli con Amore #naples #italy #sweet #sfogliatella #natale2022 (at Galatina, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmogaD2Nx_J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[scifigeeknj]

Happy birthday Mia. We miss you every day. You were the best girl!! ❤❤❤ #princess #Sfogliatella #babygirl https://www.instagram.com/p/CjQ6DjQuRQ2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fieryphrazes]

Highly recommend a little pastry treat after grocery shopping btw. If you even care

[omarfor-orchestra]

Mi manca Napoli

[rossonerosemper]

I fischi a Donnarumma ed il calcio del popolo bianconerazzurro

Ci risiamo. La nazionale ha giocato a San Siro e come già successo in Italia – Spagna gianluigi donnarumma, minuscole volute, si è trovato nuovamente vittima di fischi e i giornalisti con lo smoking bianco si sono sentiti in dovere di moralizzare e spiegare a tutti come si deve fare il tifo. Giornalisti che sono stati i primi a caricare la gara chiedendo di non fischiare il portiere – ottenendo…

[galina]

Big day-off energy. Went for a swim. Walking back from the pool, my wet hair drying in the warm sun, I saw the italian deli was open. Rows of sfogliatella made me think of naples, last summer. Lying on the grass in the park with my pastry I thought: this is the ultimate activity, just doing nothing. But I knew I was wrong, when I found myself dancing, losing myself in a sea of bodies at the Nubiyan Twist show. That is the ultimate joy.

[bullet-prooflove]

Sfogliatella - Chef Luca x Reader (The Bear)

Tagging: @Princesssunderworld @djlnkaled @kmc1989 @ineedrickgrimes @imjustheretoreads-blog

One of the things Luca loves the most about living on a boat is the sound of the waves lightly lapping against the hull as he falls asleep at night, your body curled up against his, his fingertips combing lightly through your hair.

In the mornings he leaves you sleeping in his sheets, your hair a bird’s nest from the previous night’s adventures, his lips brushing over your forehead before he starts his shift. He spends the rest of day thinking about you as he creates the most awe inspiring desserts based on the tours you take of the city during his days off.

You’ve been working as a translator for a few years now, residing in Copenhagen while attending meetings all over the world when required. You take to languages the same way he took to baking, with a ferocity that refuses to be sated.

It makes things interesting in the bedroom when Luca discovers he loves the way you speak Italian. You whisper the filthiest things against his skin as you ride him, your fingers tangled in his hair as he fucks up into you because you make him lose his god damn mind.

In the aftermath you lay draped across him, your fingertips tracing over the freckles on his chest as he asks you to tell him about the best dessert you’ve ever eaten.

“In Naples they have this thing called Sfogliatella.” You tell him, propping your chin up on his chest as you describe it. “It’s like a shell shape and the pastry is layered. It has a sweet custard-like filling made with semolina and ricotta. Sometimes they add chocolate or candied citrus fruit. It’s spectacular, I remember taking a bite of it and I swear I saw God.”

“That good huh?” He says, his fingertips tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

“I’ve never had anything like it.” You tell him, the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile at the memory. “It’s one of the things I miss the most about living in Italy.”

He’s never been to Italy, he’d done some travelling before he landed in Copenhagen, shifted from restaurant to restaurant in pursuit of his passion but he’d never ended up there. He thinks he’d like to one day, that maybe the two of you could go together.

In the meantime he sets himself a new challenge.

Making the Sfogliatella.

The first thing he learns about the pastry is just how time consuming it is to make. It takes over twenty seven hours and that’s just the test samples, which go horribly because he’s still finding his footing.

He slaves over the recipe for months, making adjustments, consulting with Carmy and experimenting with different fillings to get the right texture and consistency.

“This is starting to feel like a proposal pastry.” Carmy remarks during their seventh Zoom call, while they’re discussing the merits of using apricots or lemons for the centre and Luca doesn’t respond.

He doesn’t know when the pursuit of the perfect Sfogliatella  became more than just a challenge. He thinks it was the day you took him to the Glyptoteket, your fingers linked through his as the two of you explored the Winter Garden. He can’t explain just how stunning it had been, stepping into that oasis, being surrounded by that plush greenery. He’d sat there for hours sketching ideas in his notebook while you explored the other exhibits. He’d been lacking in inspiration at the time, he’d confided that to you the night before because he’d become frustrated with the menu he was working on and you’d brought him to this place filled with beauty and magic. It was at that  moment he realised just how much you understood him, you’d known exactly what he needed even when he didn’t.

“Good luck.” Carmy signs off and Luca’s left to make a decision between apricots and lemons without him.

It’s on the eve of your birthday that he finally achieves perfection. He carefully packs the pastries away to take home for tomorrow when he’s going to make every single one of your dreams come true.

When you wake up the next morning on his boat it’s to the scent of Earl Grey tea and freshly baked pastries. You can’t believe your eyes when you sit down at the kitchen table and he sets down the Sfogliatella in front of you. He will never forget the expression on your face when you bite in into it, the look of joy, the moan of appreciation.

“It’s better than the one in Naples.” You tell him, pressing your fingertips to your lips because you’re starting to get emotional. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“You deserve the world.” He tells you as he gets down on one knee in front of you, taking your hand in his. “And I want to give that to you as your personal chef and your husband.”

You laugh then because you’d never imagined when you’d taken the job in Copenhagen that you’d end up falling in love with a man as wonderful as Luca, one that has spent months striving to make you feel so special on your big day.

“Yes.” You say as he slides the engagement ring on your finger. “Of course I’ll marry you Luca.”

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[shisogelee]

me || a neapolitan sfogliatella

[apropositodime]

Il fondo nella tazza del mio caffè dice:

Vai al mare.

Guarda un alba

Fai un aperitivo al tramonto.

Passeggia tra i vicoli di una città che ami.

Vai nel punto più alto di Roma a guardare tetti della città.

Leggi un libro sotto un albero.

Mangia una granita alla mandorla e una brioche col tuppo.

Compra una sfogliatella

Un supplì

Una pizza rossa

Un maritozzo

Un cannolo siciliano.

Siediti per terra a piazza del campo con una birretta.

Togliti le scarpe e stai scalza.

Entra in un museo.

Cerca la bellezza.

Non avere paura.

Vivi un po' di più.

Leggere anche voi queste cose?

Per il momento mi sono alzata, ho preso il caffè, e ho fatto un sogno ad occhi aperti.

Mi aspetta una mattinata un po' così.

Buongiorno,è sabato.

[der-papero]

La prima sfogliatella non si scorda mai ❤️