Lemon & white chocolate Viennese whirls

GawkI love cooler weather, but this cold snap we’ve had has left me yearning for waking up to sunshine and eating cold summer fruit pudding with yoghurt for breakfast. I’m craving packing up bread and cheese to eat in the park. I want to get out in my garden to see if this soil’s any good for growing, and if we can make it an outside space where we can drink iced coffee and listen to the radio. I need the sun to rise earlier so that I’m not hopping about 5 minutes before leaving for work, trying to put on tights and take photos simultaneously, cursing the unstoppable grey light filtering through my windows. My taste buds are crying out for salads, and sorbet, and citrus fruits. I’m ready for spring.

So it only seemed fitting to remedy this with a little indulgence, and a lot of white chocolate, to help fight off those winter blues. And because, well, why the hell not?

For this recipe it’s important to use a decent quality lemon curd – not necessarily the most expensive, but probably not the cheapest – as cheaper lemon curds sometimes have a synthetic taste and too much sugar, which ruins the way the white chocolate works with the lemon flavour. I’d usually advocate going for the bargain, but in this case, no way Jose.

Also if – like me – you’re a nervous piper, check out these tips from Martha Stewart. Enjoy!

Recipe makes 16. Click recipe to enlarge. 

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The lady behind The Dinner Bell! I’m that person who doesn’t let you leave their flat without eating something, and will probably press a parcel of cookies or cake into your hands as you head to the door.

I’m a sub-editor by day, avid book-reader by night, and octopus fan always. I live in north London, but little bits of my heart still belong to Norfolk, where I grew up, and Sheffield, where I went to uni and finally lost my bumpkin accent.

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The lady behind The Dinner Bell! I'm that person who doesn't let you leave their flat without eating something, and will probably press a parcel of cookies or cake into your hands as you head to the door. I’m a sub-editor by day, avid book-reader by night, and octopus fan always. I live in north London, but little bits of my heart still belong to Norfolk, where I grew up, and Sheffield, where I went to uni and finally lost my bumpkin accent.

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