#Pastéis de Nata

[askwhatsforlunch]

Pastéis de Nata (Portuguese Custard Tarts)

I've always wanted to eat a Pastel de Nata, and I always thought I would when visiting Portugal. But I haven't been there yet, and I reckon Os Lobos (The Wolves) winning their first ever World Cup game Sunday night is cause for celebration (especially as there was only a point in it; and Fiji also qualified for the quarter-finals!) It was a beaut game, I thought the Portuguese couldn't hold that level of intensity for 80 minutes and they did! They even scored that winning try when the Fijians were finally flying again and had taken back momentum. Talk about going out with a bang! It deserved some effort on my part, so I made puff pastry and baked these beautifully flaky, delightfully fragrant and creamy Pastéis de Nata! And do they go down a treat, indeed! Happy Tuesday!

Ingredients (makes 8):

a small lemon

a cinnamon stick

1/3 cup caster sugar

2/3 cups water

300 grams/10.5 ounces Rough Puff Pastry 

a little ice cold water

2 level tablespoons plain flour

1 cup semi-skimmed milk

1 teaspoon Homemade Vanilla Extract

2 large egg yolks

Cut three wide, thin strips of lemon zest, and add to a small saucepan, along with cinnamon stick and sugar. Stir in water, and bring to the boil over medium-high heat. Once the sugar is completely dissolved, boil rapidly for about 3 or 4 minutes, until syrup just thickens. Remove from the heat, and allow to cool and infuse. Set aside.

On a lightly floured surface, roll Rough Puff Pastry into a large rectangle, but thick enough.

Brush Puff Pastry rectangle lightly with ice water, and roll tightly, horizontally, to form a sort of "sausage". Wrap in cling film, and chill in the refrigerator.

Spoon flour in a medium saucepan. Gradually whisk in a little of the milk to combine well. Then, whisk in the rest of the milk.

Heat over a medium flame, whisking constantly until mixture thickens, like a smooth Béchamel sauce. Remove from the heat, and stir in Vanilla Extract.

Strain in cooled lemon and cinnamon syrup, gradually whisking it in until well-blended. Set aside, to cool.

Preheat oven to 240°C/465°F.

Generously butter 8 cups of a muffin tin. Set aside.

Remove Rough Puff Pastry "sausage" from the refrigerator, and cut into 2,5cm/1" chunks. Working with one round Pastry chunk at a time, flatten with your thumbs into a muffin cup, easing onto the edges of the cup with your fingers to form a cup. Repeat with remaining Pastry chunks. Return to the refrigerator, 10 minutes.

Once the lemon and cinnamon cream has cooled, whisk in the egg yolks, one at a time until well-blended.

Retrieve muffin tin from the refrigerator, and fill each Pastry case with about two heaped tablespoons of the lemon and cinnamon custard (about three-quarters, as they will puff up when cooking).

Place muffin tin in the middle of the hot oven, and bake, at 240°C/465°F, 15 minutes, until puffed up and golden brown. Remove from the oven, and allow to cool, 10 minutes, before lifting the pastéis out of the tin.

Serve Pastéis de Nata warm, plain, or sprinkled with cinnamon like they do in Lisbon!

Portugal defeats Fiji (24-23), their first ever World Cup victory, Sunday 8th October, 2023, Toulouse, France

[caressthosecheekbones]

mum brought me half a dozen pastéis de nata from lisbon (my beloved 😭 i miss you) and their best before date is tomorrow so i guess this is my girl dinner destiny now

[mateushonrado]

Here's how to make pastéis da nata

Status Post #11032: One of my favourites.

[kosmogrl]

portuguese desserts are the best thing this world has to offer

[heikeee]

resisting the urge to go thrifting today so I can splurge in Portugal next week

[landgraabbed]

i haven't known peace since the day i learned they modeled the sword coast and the city of baldur's gate on the portuguese coast and lisboa and sintra

[bandzboy]

moral of the story is... if you hear abt portugal pls think abt me first...........

[maiteo]

feliz natal!!!😚❤️

obrigada amor!! espero que tenha tido um belo dia💕

[hannieehaee]

Svt & learning to cook food from s/o’s homecountry (aka not korean food). A different culture & food for each member would rlly cool

making you a meal from your country

content: established relationship, fluff, foreign reader (non-korean), etc.

wc: 872

a/n: this was such a cute concept omg!! i picked the food items and the home countries at random btw sorry if i got some dishes wrong pls lmk if there's any corrections i should make 😭

masterlist

seungcheol -

he wouldn't be able to stand your homesickness for even one second, feeling too sad at your sadness and deciding to do everything in his power to make you feel better. he'd ask around for traditional south african dishes leading him to make you some chakalaka while you were at work. the hours of trial and error wouldve been worth it the moment he saw the happiness in your eyes at his efforts.

jeonghan -

being quite used to simply ordering takeout whenever he so pleased, jeonghan was not used to cooking at home too often. however, if his sweet s/o wanted some homemade tom yum soup, then he'd deliver! after a quick call to mingyu (and an hour or two of messing around in the kitchen), he'd be ready with your food. he loves thai food, so this would be a win-win situation for him.

joshua -

he knew you sometimes missed australia and were unable to go back and forth as you pleased, so josh would occasionally indulge you in making meat pie for you, following a recipe you'd once made for him early in your relationship.

jun -

he'd had indian food before and loved it, so it did not take any convincing for him to decide to make you some indian street food. he'd do it out of his own volition pretty often, actually. by now, he had mastered the art of various dishes, specially panipuri, which he would frequently make for you, and sometimes he'd even share some with his members.

soonyoung -

if he sensed you growing homesick and missing your usual chinese cuisine, he'd go out of his way to seek out jun or minghao to ask what food may make you feel a bit better. he'd then take on the task of making you the most delicious street breakfast, jianbing, knowing it wasnt too difficult a task for him and that it was a meal you'd often have in your youth.

wonwoo -

wonwoo was quite known for his lack of ability in the kitchen, but that would not stop him from making you some laksa whenever you were feeling particularly homesick. despite not knowing how to make any other singaporean dishes, he'd have specifically mastered at least one in order to take care of you in such a domestic way whenever the opportunity arose.

jihoon -

never having been one to cook much (he'd much rather stick to washing dishes), he'd struggle a lot through making you some pastéis de nata for your anniversary, deciding to make a korean-portuguese fusion of meals to celebrate your relationship. ok, maybe he called mingyu over to help, but the joy in your eyes as you shared the meal with him had made it worth all of mingyu's nagging as he followed his instructions to the letter.

seokmin -

he's never been to spain, but he's had a few spanish meals throughout his life, so he'd quickly understand why you'd often complain about the lack of authentic spanish food near your shared apartment. would take it upon himself to learn how to make paella in the most perfect manner imaginable just to see a smile on your face.

mingyu -

making a pizza from scratch was easier said than done, but mingyu had taken on the task the moment you let him know of the fomo you felt at seeing him and his best friends explore your country of origin, italy. you'd watched nana tour happily, but still felt a bit off at knowing you couldn't be there with your boyfriend. but fear not! mingyu was about to bring the authentic italian experience to your door!

minghao -

he's been to the united states so many times by now that he just knows american food by heart. wouldnt even need a recipe to know how to make you some classic barbecue on a sunny afternoon. would even make an entire day out of it, grilling under the sun while you sunbathed next to him.

seungkwan -

seungkwan has always thought himself to be quite a good cook. or at least he was quite good at making korean food. japanese food was another story. he knew how badly you missed homemade sushi, never enjoying any from your nearby restaurants. he'd have to ask for your help at some point, but the end result would be the two of you sharing a nice moment making a meal together, so it all went according to plan.

vernon -

he doesnt know how to cook neither korean nor american food, but you best bet he'll try his hardest to make you traditional vietnamese food in the form of bun cha and bánh xèo. it looked easy and like it tasted good, how hard could it be? would try his bestest but eventually need to ask you for help completing the task. a+ for effort, though.

chan -

he already loves mexican food, so making it for you wouldnt even be something you'd have to request from him – he'd just do it on his own! he'd already mastered all types of street food, eventually opting to make you menudo, knowing how much you enjoyed that meal as a child.

[zolanort]

Hyrule is a fine cook, you guys are just mean.

I will start by pointing out that Wild says the ham water is really tasty. Who is going to be a better judge of the ham water? The one who has eaten nothing but pastries and croissants his whole life?

The lord of pumpkin spice? The army guy who probably lived off of MRE equivalents? The rancher who chugs literal grubs?

Or the one person who is so good with food that he is universally recognized as the cook?

Kudos to you if you chose the grub chugger, nothing wrong with eating bugs, but the correct answer was Wild; Wild is the best choice for judge. Partially because he has 1000x more experience with food variety than the others (statistics taken from my own save files), but mostly because no one else in the group has any significant experience with cooking their own food. Twi did his best helping with that stinky fish for Yeto's soup but it doesn't count.

As the croissant eater points out, the meat looks old.

For it to be old but not have started rotting, it would have to be cured meat (we’ll say ham because what better way to spite Ganon than by eating pig for lunch). Hyrule has probably even upgraded since his first adventure and it’s not just your basic salted ham food (which already costs about the same as a magic shield in game), it’s probably the Hyrulian equivalent of Jamón Ibérico de Bellota from his buddy pal Zelda(s) at the castle. I know I’d give someone a fancy ham for saving my kingdom twice. Hyrule is basically a gourmet at this point. You need quality nutrients to grow healthy hair, as our traveler pointed out, and who has the bestest most fluffiest hair? Hyrule does. Look at the fluffy:

It is absolutely possible to make tasty soup from the most basic 100 rupee cured ham. That’s a real thing that real people do in real life. You can even do it with 50 rupee ham in a can if you’re desperate (I say 50 rupee instead of 25 because of inflation). Hyrule put the bone in too so not only is there the salty flavor from the cured meat, he very well could have been making a nice bone broth for his injured colleague (he could have put other ingredients in off screen too but that’s beside the point). Ever heard of broth based soup? Probably not if you are a croissant eater who never had to cook ham water for yourself on the road. Croissants aren’t even that good unless they have chocolate in the middle, and that’s just because of the chocolate. If you’re going through the effort of laminating all that dough you should just go all the way and make something actually good like pastéis de nata.

Anyway, Hyrule is implied to be a terrible cook and I love that for him. Mostly I just wanted to take this chance to complain about croissants.

[dixons-sunshine]

i i love your brazilian reader so much😭😭 we dont really have that kind of representation😔 maybe could you write something with her and young daryl? maybe she could be an exchange student and got friends with daryl and is teaching him how to make brazilian food(and desserts too)? that would be adorable!! i love your writtings soo much💕

Run Away With You | Daryl Dixon x Young!Brazilian!Fem!Reader

Summary: Meeting Daryl Dixon was one of the best things to ever happen to you. He was introverted and shy, but with you, he was free to be himself. While preparing one of your favourite desserts, you suggest something to Daryl.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre apocalypse.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse.

Word count: 839.

A/n: I wrote this at midnight while almost falling asleep, but I hope you like this! And thank you, @v1rtualv4mp, so much for helping me with the translations! However, some phrases are from Google translate and the recipe for the dessert in this was found from Google, so please feel free to correct me regarding any mistakes!

And with this fic done and my inbox cleared out, I can now officially say that requests are reopened! Feel free to send them in!

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“Should I fill it all the way up or nah?” Daryl questioned you, holding the tray in his hands.

You shifted your attention from the stove to him. “No, only three fourths of the way. That's what my mom taught me.”

Daryl nodded and followed your instructions, carefully pouring the custard into the dough-filled muffin cups. Afterwards he handed the muffin tray to you, carefully observing as you placed the tray in the preheated oven.

Daryl leaned back against the counter. “How long do we need to bake it fer?” he questioned, motioning towards the oven.

You joined him against the counter, leaning your head against his shoulder. Daryl stiffened momentarily before relaxing, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer into his side. He pressed a soft, tender kiss against your temple, smiling softly when you let out a small giggle.

“For about one and a half hours,” you answered him, checking the time on your wristwatch. “So we have to take it out at about four-thirty. Then we let it cool down for ten minutes and then we have ourselves some delicious Pastéis De Nata.”

Daryl hummed. “Portuguese Custard tart?”

You rolled your eyes at him, sending a playful smile up at him. “Sure, if you want to be a falante de inglês chato,” you joked, earning a faint, playful jab to your side, making you laugh. “Hey! Do you even know what I said?”

“Nope,” Daryl replied, shaking his head with a faint smile on his face. “But I do know tha' it probably wasn't a compliment.”

“You're right about that,” you laughed and nodded, nuzzling yourself snuggly against his side. However, you withdrew from his hold when he flinched in pain, sending him a concerned look. “What's wrong, amor?”

Daryl shook his head. “Nothin'. Jus' my father who got a bit carried away last nigh'. Nothin' I can't handle.”

Your heart sank to the depths of your stomach at his revelation. You took his hand in yours and interlaced your fingers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. However, you knew that Daryl hated addressing his home life out loud, so you opted to try and cheer him up.

“You know, we could run away together.”

Daryl raised his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile gracing his beautiful features. “Yeah?” he asked, looking into your eyes. “And where would we even go?”

“Brazil,” you answered instantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I might be biased, but I do believe that it's one of the most beautiful countries in the world. I just know you'd love it.”

Daryl thought it over for a moment, before letting out an approving hum. “Well, let's say I agree to run away with ya to Brazil. What would we even do?”

“A gente poderia ir no Carnaval, e talvez visitar meus avós,” you mumbled to yourself, soothingly rubbing your thumb over your boyfriend's knuckles. You giggled at the confused look he gave you. “It doesn't matter what I said. We could do anything you want, gatinho. Just name it and I'd make it happen.”

“I've always wanted to go check out what Brazilians do during that festival ya keep ravin' 'bout,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “So we could start with tha'?”

You smiled and nodded. “Anything you want, amor. We'd have to wait for Carnaval to start in a couple of months, but we could make it happen.”

Daryl smiled. “Have I ever told ya tha' I love ya?”

“You have,” you nodded, stepping into Daryl's arms and peering up at him. “And I do, too. Eu te amo tanto.”

You leaned in and kissed Daryl on the lips, savouring the taste of him. However, the moment was short-lived, because the power soon went out, causing you and Daryl to look at each other in confusion.

“Well,” Daryl started, looking towards the oven. “Guess tha's gon' take longer to get ready.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously? That's your concern?”

“Wha' can I say?” Daryl mused, sending you a playful smile. “I was really lookin' forward to tha' custard tart. Would've packed some fer our journey to Brazil.”

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Translations:

falante de inglês chato: boring English speaker.

amor: love

A gente poderia ir no Carnaval, e talvez visitar meus avós: We could participate in the Carnaval, and maybe go visit my grandparents.

Eu te amo tanto: I love you so much.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

How are your midday pastéis de nata?

You just think I eat pastéis de nata every day? That would be a bit excessive, don't you think? Specially when there so many other conventual sweets to eat. I'm not eating one today because yesterday I ate a travesseiro de sintra so today I'll stay away from sugar. Except ice cream. Cause it doesn't count.

[kosmogrl]

my most prized possession is the list I have on the notes app ranking the best pastéis de nata I've tried

[eldritch-spouse]

Nossa descobrir que tu fala português foi incrível haushahsu

Quando você imagina a história do Breg e dos outros acontecendo, imagina em Portugal ou algum outro país? Pq a ideia do Breg roubando uns pastéis de nata — em, seilá, Algarve — é mt engraçada pra mim

Nem por isso kkkk.

Eu acho que faço todas as minhas histórias com alguma sec��ão ambígua dos Estados Unidos em mente, talvez porque a maioria deste conteúdo que eu consumo (ou consumia) acontece nos EUA. De facto, pensar nisto em Portugal quase parece bizarro. Tenho alguma sorte em conhecer pessoas que vivem nos states e são capazes de responder às minhas perguntas estúpidas.

Só faz sentido com Patches, que realmente fala a língua e nasceu em Portugal, no passado. Ele passou algum tempo a vaguear pelo país quando se tornou um dullahan, mas não durou muito comparado com o tempo que ele passou depois, já morto, nos EUA.

Mano, o Breg estava fodido da vida se andasse no meio dos tugas. Ainda lhe enfiavam o pastel de nata pelo cú acima.

[baradragon]

found a place in town that makes traditional pastéis de nata im gonna cum