My Friend Fika: cardamom white chocolate with toasted orange-glazed croissant shards
Every year at holiday time my list was the same, one item, one item only: dear Santa, I’d like a horse please. As a child I lived for horses. Shape/form/color/and the fact I didn’t have one of my own (yet!) made no matter. Sassy Shetlands, sleepy-headed mares at the riding stable (where I paid my way by mucking stalls), my grandfather’s mule Walter (ok, not technically a horse but still), plastic Breyer ponies on the shelf, Black Beauty, the Budwesier Clydesdales, and a book called My Friend Flicka.
Years later when I was in a new town and new life and another new mom in her own new life invited me with a shy smile to something she called fika, I heard one thing. And was confused, but who knows? That she greeted me at the door in muddy riding boots sealed the deal: true friends can spot a kindred spirit across the preschool play ground when we see one.
I crafted the oat milk white chocolate with cardamom, deconstructed a batch of orange-glazed croissants that I toasted and broke into buttery crisp shards, then layered the two together.
Made with organic cocoa butter, organic cane sugar, organic heirloom oats, organic cassava, organic cardamom, toasted croissant (organic wheat flour, yeast, cane sugar, butter, salt, orange juice).
Allergen alert: contains dairy and wheat
.57g/2 oz
Every year at holiday time my list was the same, one item, one item only: dear Santa, I’d like a horse please. As a child I lived for horses. Shape/form/color/and the fact I didn’t have one of my own (yet!) made no matter. Sassy Shetlands, sleepy-headed mares at the riding stable (where I paid my way by mucking stalls), my grandfather’s mule Walter (ok, not technically a horse but still), plastic Breyer ponies on the shelf, Black Beauty, the Budwesier Clydesdales, and a book called My Friend Flicka.
Years later when I was in a new town and new life and another new mom in her own new life invited me with a shy smile to something she called fika, I heard one thing. And was confused, but who knows? That she greeted me at the door in muddy riding boots sealed the deal: true friends can spot a kindred spirit across the preschool play ground when we see one.
I crafted the oat milk white chocolate with cardamom, deconstructed a batch of orange-glazed croissants that I toasted and broke into buttery crisp shards, then layered the two together.
Made with organic cocoa butter, organic cane sugar, organic heirloom oats, organic cassava, organic cardamom, toasted croissant (organic wheat flour, yeast, cane sugar, butter, salt, orange juice).
Allergen alert: contains dairy and wheat
.57g/2 oz
Every year at holiday time my list was the same, one item, one item only: dear Santa, I’d like a horse please. As a child I lived for horses. Shape/form/color/and the fact I didn’t have one of my own (yet!) made no matter. Sassy Shetlands, sleepy-headed mares at the riding stable (where I paid my way by mucking stalls), my grandfather’s mule Walter (ok, not technically a horse but still), plastic Breyer ponies on the shelf, Black Beauty, the Budwesier Clydesdales, and a book called My Friend Flicka.
Years later when I was in a new town and new life and another new mom in her own new life invited me with a shy smile to something she called fika, I heard one thing. And was confused, but who knows? That she greeted me at the door in muddy riding boots sealed the deal: true friends can spot a kindred spirit across the preschool play ground when we see one.
I crafted the oat milk white chocolate with cardamom, deconstructed a batch of orange-glazed croissants that I toasted and broke into buttery crisp shards, then layered the two together.
Made with organic cocoa butter, organic cane sugar, organic heirloom oats, organic cassava, organic cardamom, toasted croissant (organic wheat flour, yeast, cane sugar, butter, salt, orange juice).
Allergen alert: contains dairy and wheat
.57g/2 oz