Monday, 27th July – Local kiosk cafe, Volta Duche, Sintra
Cake no.4: quejada amendoa
Two quejadas. The amendoa (almond), beneath.
Quejadas are the speciality cake of Sintra. Sinatra is a special place itself, a town spilling up into dramatic hills, littered with fantastical castles built with fairy tale wealth and fancy. Compared with the neo-romantic splendours of the town, the cakes are relatively humble. They are made with lots of milk, giving them a slightly cheesecake texture.
My quejada amendoa had a syrupy surface, speckled with the remnants of crushed almond kernels. The interior texture and taste is much like a bakewell tart, though less cakey. It is enclosed within a narrow, firm pastry that assists my many measured bites approach, though I’m sure it would support a more frenzied attack.
This quejada amendoa was a fine accompaniment to a great expresso.
(This cafe doesn’t feature on the internet, and I omitted to record its name, so remains nameless. It is a modest cafe on the sweeping approach road to the old town, set up a flight of stairs near the public toilets. It has a number of tables, all with yellow Lipton ice tea parasols. I recommend it very much for its modest prices, as much as the friendly and genuine family who run it. Our waiter (the son) is called Harley Davidson, and chatted with us for a while about his portrait drawing and artistic hopes. I wish him well. His tag is below.)