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Clarify the butter by bringing it to a boil over very low heat. Simmer for 15 minutes, removing foam from the top as it rises. When the liquid looks clear and the milk solids have settled to the bottom, decant the liquid into another bowl leave the solids behind. Prepare the syrup by combining the sugar and water in a pot. Bring to a boil and simmer for 2 minutes. Remove from the heat, add the rose water and lime juice, and set aside to cool. It should be room temperature and not too thick before proceeding. Beat the egg yolks into the cooled syrup until incorporated. In a large bowl, combine the cooled butter, cardamom and rice flour. Line a cookie sheet with baking paper. Take a spoonful of dough the size of a walnut, roll into a ball between your palms, flatten slightly, and place on the cookie sheet. Repeat, leaving about an inch between cookies. Place the cookies in the preheated oven and bake for about 15 minutes, or until firm and cracked on top. They should still be quite white. Remove from the oven and allow to cool before removing from the paper, and be careful — these cookies crumble very easily. One word describes these cookies: amazing. After my recent love-affair with olive jam , when I spotted the recipe for these cookies I knew I had to make them. The recipe for these comes from the talented Susan Herrmann Loomis , resident expert on French cuisine and author of several books including On Rue Tatin. This particularly recipe, she explains, 'comes courtesy of Jean-Pierre Autrand, whose family produced olive oil at Les Vieux Moulins in Nyons, an ancient olive mill, until Source : Susan Herrmann Loomis, recipe online here Yield : about 34 cookies. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. In a large bowl or the bowl of an electric mixer, cream the butter until it is soft and pale yellow. Mix in the sugar until blended, then drizzle in the olive oil and mix until combined. Add the flour and the sea salt, and mix gently but thoroughly until the dough is smooth, then add the olives and mix until they are thoroughly incorporated into the dough. The dough is very sticky, and the paper makes it possible to roll out. Refrigerate the dough for at least 30 minutes, and up to 24 hours. Gather the trimmings into a ball and roll it into a 1-inch 2. This avoids over-rolling the dough. Bake until the scourtins are golden, about 15 minutes. Remove from oven and cool on wire racks. While there is a type of pastry there called a Mazurek, which I believe is eaten at Easter and contains a rich dough topped with fresh and dried fruits and nuts, this particular cookie seems to be a Seattle delicacy. Source : adapted from this recipe Yield : makes about 12 bars, depending on how you cut them. Ricciarelli Sienese Almond Cookies. These chewy little almond gems are similar to the more famous Amaretti Morbidi soft Amaretti , but are a specialty of the Tuscan town of Siena. When Manuel and I were last in Siena a few years ago, I spent the better part of a day searching for these elusive cookies and buying as many variations as I could. I had hoped to have some to take home as gifts and edible souvenirs, but they were so good we had finished them all by the end of the day! This recipe comes from Tessa Kiros and her enchanting book on Tuscan food, Twelve. Line a baking sheet with baking or parchment paper. Mix the almonds with the sugar, two-thirds of the powdered sugar, the baking powder and the orange zest in a bowl. In a clean bowl, beat the egg whites to soft peaks, then stir them into the almond mixture. Using a large spoon, mash the mixture to a wet, sticky mass. Stir in the almond extract. Form oval or torpedo shapes about 2. Put them onto the parchment-lined baking sheet, allowing room to spread slightly, and sift the remaining powdered sugar over the tops. Leave the cookies at room temperature for about hours to dry a little before baking. 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For the filling, process the nuts, sugar, and cardamom in a food processor until ground very fine. When ready, the nuts will have begun to release their oil and cake together. Slowly add the orange juice to make a very thick, smooth paste. Finally, add the egg yolks, orange zest and salt, and process until incorporated. Spread the filling into the shell and smooth with a wet spatula. Bake for minutes to dry the surface, then brush on the glaze made by mixing the egg yolk and cream. Continue to bake for a further 10 minutes, or until golden. Serve warm or at room temperature with a spoonful of the cream, into which you have stirred the rose water, cardamom and honey. Last year in late spring, with the tiresome cold of a northern European winter having driven us to the point of madness, Manuel and I made an impulsive decision to spend a week in Turkey. It was really just luck that brought us to this destination, as we would have gone practically anywhere with sun and a place to lie supine beneath it, but a particularly good last minute deal to this country we had both been long eager to visit practically fell into our laps, and before we even had a chance to think twice, we had packed our bags and hopped on a plane. Our itinerary took us to the southwest corner of Turkey — the area on a map where the coastline stops plunging south and takes a sharp left-turn to the east, an area stunningly beautiful but unsuitable for mass tourism because of its steep topography and lack of sandy beaches. We stayed in a small family-run hotel on a hill overlooking the town of Kalkan ; below our balcony snaked small, serpentine streets leading down to the harbor, and beyond that — as if we were perched on the edge of the world — nothing but the crystalline waters of the Mediterranean stretching out to meet the horizon. The sun was shining, the locals friendly, the pace of life relaxed, the cold beers plentiful. There was something deeply, familiarly Mediterranean about the place — but at the same time it was tantalizingly foreign. This foreignness assumed many guises: the distant plaintive wail of the muezzin calling everyone to prayer at the break of dawn; the strange, incomprehensible writing on street signs; the markets, full of haggling and drama and unfamiliar products; the scent of tea and Nargile smoke wafting out from the interior of shops, and of course, in ways more spectacular than we could have dreamed, the food. We both considered ourselves familiar with Turkish food from Germany, where Turkish take-out is as ubiquitous as McDonalds and only sometimes better tasting. In Turkey itself, the food was jaw-dropping. It exploded with freshness and the flavors of sun-ripened fruits, vegetables and herbs. 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Still, what catches our attention the most is the beauty of the huge beach that stretches both north and south, the white sand, the crystalline sea bathed in blue gradients that fits perfectly into the bay. Bather leaves the turquoise sea off Patatran. They had, however, an unprecedented harmony of shapes and lines that, together with some intrepid coconut trees and shrubby vegetation, made them unique. Grande Anse was just the first of the deserted, wild and seductive beaches we explored on that radiant sunny morning. To the north of this, lurked the Petite Anse. Wherever we went, the dampness remained oppressive and, however much water we drank, it slowly distilled. More than once, to achieve them we had to perform stunts on the sharp rocks, sometimes in really precarious balances. Dazzling colors from another of La Digue's east coast coves. 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