Two things happened this weekend: winter arrived with a vengeance, and I managed to hermit inside and eat my weight in baked goods. First was the Flour Market – a roughly twice yearly event showcasing some of the best bakers & patisseries in Melbourne: for Lynnette and me it was breakfast, washed down with Market Lane Coffee. A sticky sugar coated donut bursting with creme patisserie and dollops of strawberry & bay leaf jam; a technically perfect lemon & mascarpone tart, topped with fresh figs & meringue; a deeply chocolatey brownie cookie sandwiching a mocha ganache centre; yet another donut, this time topped with maple & walnut crunch; a pina colada lamington of coconut cake coated in pineapple curd & toasted coconut flakes; and the obligatory sultana-studded, butter slathered hot cross bun. AND I came home with the best dessert jar I’ve ever had – layers of gooey salted caramel, hazelnut crunch, cloudy puffs of passionfruit and other unidentifiable but brilliant components.
Have I sold you on Melbourne yet, by the way? The city tourism should really employ me for this!
(If you’re visiting, the roll-call is: Cobb Lane Bakery, Millstone Patisserie, Butterbing Cookies, Shortshop Coffee & Donuts, and Pierre Roelof’s dessert jars.)