Danish kisses

I haven't be able to do nothing useful tonight. I pushed all my to-do-things yet another day ahead and submitted to pure pleasure. I made Baci Danesi (danish kisses as opposed to Baci Perugini (Perugia kisses) - an Italian chocolate classic) - pure dark chocolate treats filled with crushed almond, coconut shreds and freshly ground coffee beans.
And then I ate untill I had enough and watched Beautiful Minds, a series of english documentaries about the greatest brains of today - the catch obviously being that the greatest brains today belong to otherwise handicapped people, autistics, down syndroms and blind people. Wonderful documentaries that really set me thinking (yeah, well not too much, I was OD'ing on chocolate remember?), I downloaded them from Youtube.

Then Mahjongg on the laptop, fertilized my orchid, knitted a few rounds on my woollen scarf (yes, i knit), and at last hot ginger tea to try (once again) to chase away this cold that won't bloom nor go away. And now I'll try and sleep, I'm tired these days and I can't seem to get rest enough.

Here's to Danish kisses:

2 1/2 cups finely shredded coconut
1/2 cup of almonds, chopped as finely as you like (I love mine chunky)
220 g dark chocolate, chopped
3 tablespoon finely ground espresso beans (optional but heavenly)
a big grain of finishing salt - I use the smoked one I got in Denmark mmmm...

Mix the coconut and the almonds in a bowl while you melt the chocolate (in another bowl) over boiling water and toss in the coffeebeans. Once the chocolate has melted, mix with coconut and almonds and leave for a few minutes to cool. Form kisses/tops/hearts/wharever with the mixture on waxed paper, sprinkle with salt (careful not to exaggerate) and leave to cool completely.

Eat and sing =)

Comments

Nix said…
eat and sing... walk and whistle...
what's the next... swim and play guitar?
Thursday, September 25, 2008 at 5:55:00 PM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
yeah, why not pal ? Or eat and whistle ? Could be messy...
Thursday, September 25, 2008 at 6:08:00 PM GMT+2
Anonymous said…
Hey - tak for kommentaren på min blog!
Tænk, at du bor i Prato! Min veninde har boet der engang i sin skumle fortid, og jeg tog bussen fra Firenze for at besøge hende.

Baci - italodanesi.
Thursday, September 25, 2008 at 7:14:00 PM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
Ja, Prato er nu ellers ikke noget specielt men jeg er blevet glad for den paa samme maade som man bliver glad for et par gamle sutsko. De er bekvemme og hyggelige men ikke satans koenne. Ser du bor i Umbria. Der har jeg boet i 4 aar, i Perugia
Thursday, September 25, 2008 at 8:54:00 PM GMT+2
Nix said…
yeah yeah you basrtad (he he) this is an english written blog and you start with that rotten language...ah no that was the country...sez the bard... not me... Kopenhaven is so lovely... so is Arhus... so is..
Friday, September 26, 2008 at 3:38:00 AM GMT+2
kyllyan said…
@nix:
actually it was "barstad" (even funnier) - and yes, I know you're jealous; with all your language-skills you still haven't got danish right...
Friday, September 26, 2008 at 10:43:00 AM GMT+2
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