Old, Intelligent, and Full of Bun
And assorted things about Stephen Hawking, a dreadful Swedish chef, and the arbitrariness of recipes.
Hello and holy potatoes it’s basically March and I still haven’t:
Started the novel
Gone for that dental appointment
Learnt how to spell rthym
I really need to chill out on my resolutions every January.
Well, at least the fun and games at The Recovering Line Cook feel good a few months into 2025. Highlights for me have been this look at things I love about Nordic food, and this very long-winded look at Finnish buns and life as an immigrant.
To those of you who keep reading, thank you so much. And special thanks to those who have upgraded to paid subscribers, let me tell you how much that means to me. You keep this machine running!
This week I’m sharing, among other things, reflections on my mother’s feelings toward Stephen Hawking, and a bun that knocks the socks off even the best Shrove Tuesday pancake.
Cheers,
Wil
How do you spell arsehole in Swedish?
My earliest memories of science and experimentation and the wonders of the universe come courtesy of my mother.
She didn’t go to university in her late teens. Instead, she worked on her undergraduate degree after having 4 kids and a career as cabin crew at British Airways.
This is why, alongside her copy of Prue Leith’s Confident Cooking, my mother also had trays of maggots in the kitchen for an experiment she was tasked with one semester.
Something to do with whether they like cold or dry conditions, she tells me.
Yes, I think a lot of my interest in the natural world comes from her.
But, if anything, she is a woman of multitudes, my dear mother. And for all the faith in hard science she has, she did once have a passion for resident Joe Rogan Show pseudo-archaeologist Graham Hancock and his books about Mayans using laptop computers and the world ending in 2012.
This was a date we looked toward with some concern if I remember our post-millennial life together correctly.
This ability to question accepted notions of things also sums up her feelings toward Britain’s archetypical genius: Stephen Hawking. I distinctly remember her saying about him:
“Oh, the man’s probably making it all up and no one’s clever enough to disagree with him.”
I often think about my mother’s feelings toward Professor Hawking when I watch cookery shows or recipe clips on Instagram these days.
As a professional cook, I feel privileged to know a thing or two about cooking. I went to a very traditional culinary school, learnt a lot about technique, and plied my trade in some really good restaurants.
One of the ancillary benefits of this is being able to call out kitchen bullshitters when they’re talking kitchen bullshit.
In various shows/online videos I’ve seen lately this has included:
Someone telling viewers that salt must ONLY be put in the end when cooking scrambled eggs or they’ll be watery
Not true
Someone putting a pound of butter under the skin of a chicken to keep the meat moist
It just won’t, only final temperature (and brining to an extent) impacts on how juicy meat will be
And someone saying salt will kill yeast so definitely don’t add it at the same time when making bread
At worst salt slows the yeast, it won’t kill it
I understand the temptation to do this. Like any great skill, the ability to cook is a special thing. People who can’t do it look up to those who they think have this “privileged” expert knowledge.
Now, of course, anyone can be an expert “chef”, it just takes a few hundred thousand followers on Instagram and you might even end up on national TV to show off how great you are.
But, as I’ve spent time writing about before, this doesn’t mean you're a reliable source of information.
Whether in badly researched books or TV shows, bullshit is a problem because we need to be able to trust people who are afforded these platforms.
I mean, you’re never going to do yourself much harm shoving 5 pounds of butter up a chicken’s backside before roasting it, but if some poor fucker does so expecting the result to be perfectly juicy meat, despite the fact he goes on to cook it half-way to hell, then he’s going to be pretty upset when it comes out drier than a camel’s armpit.
I admit to being sensitive to this because I have some past trauma when it comes to shitty recipes from someone I was supposed to trust.
In one of my memoir entries of life as a new restaurant cook, I mentioned a colleague called Konrad.
I spoke in that chapter about how much the head chef/owners loved young, fresh-faced Konrad. They loved him so much, in fact, that they hired a weird British 30-year-old immigrant with barely any experience so Konrad had someone to practice his latent management skills on.
Hi, weird British immigrant was me, nice to meet you.
The thing about Konrad I didn’t mention before is that he also fancied himself as some kind of René Redzepi/Heston Blumenthal culinary experimentalist.
If I were tasked with making even basic things such as crème anglaise or chocolate mousse, things the head chef had given me freedom to make as I knew how, Konrad would strongly “suggest” I use only his recipes.
Unfortunately, I’d soon find out, his recipes demanded arcane twists on traditional technique, seemingly arbitrary temperature requirements, even demands on what kind of underwear I was allowed to wear when making them.
OK, the underwear one is an exaggeration but, as my “line manager” and new to chef life, I did as told.
Whether it was his brown butter hollandaise or a bavarois flavoured with sea buckthorn, his recipes were as reliable as my ability to write amusing similes.
Yes, Konrad was a bit of an arsehole really.
What to do with a recipe…
Considering most of them were inaccurate, Konrad took unnecessary recipe details to a grotesque extreme, of course.
But how often are the minute details we’re given in recipes ever all that important?
Of course, for some technical things the traditional list of amounts and measurements are non-negotiable. Things like baking, I suppose. But, as someone who loves cookbooks, I often find myself drawn to the larger ideas of a recipe than the (often arbitrary) minutiae of how many red peppers I’m supposed to use, cloves of garlic, or twists of the pepper mill.
This is why I so admire
’s book First, Catch, called by his publisher a “cookbook without recipes”. Eschewing such things as ingredient lists and quantities, it guides the reader through a multi-course feast giving beautiful insight into technique, theory and history. I’d love to see more “cookbooks” in such a style. Books that, while giving something honest and real of the writer and doing justice to his food, also give the reader space to, where appropriate, assume a little more agency.That’s the way I like to read cookbooks at least. Getting inspiration from the big ideas, the story, the history of a dish. The small details, even from a best-selling author, are often just personal preference anyway.
It’s not like we’re ever arguing over black hole radiation with Stephen Hawking, after all.
A Recipe for Nordic Lent Buns, aka Semla (Swedish) and Laskiaispulla (Finnish)
Having said that, here comes a traditionally written recipe with a full ingredients list and measurements. But, that said, I do think this recipe is a good example of the dance that can be enjoyed between important specifics and spaces you can freestyle a little.
These buns are traditionally eaten in the run up to lent across the Nordic countries. I use a very similar recipe for the dough as is traditional. The kind of enriched, yeast-leavened type you’d find in Magnus Nilsson’s book on Nordic food, for example.
The buns are flavoured lightly with cardamom (like most buns are around here, even cinnamon buns have a base of cardamom), and, once the tops are sliced off, filled with, depending on which side of the Gulf of Bothnia you live on, Jam (Finland) or almond paste (Sweden). They are then topped with whipped cream before adding the sliced off part again like a little doughy hat.
Charming things.
I am resolutely team almond, though my wife is typically Finnish in her preference for jam.
With its caramelised almonds and the use of toasted almond flour, I am particularly proud of the recipe for the paste here. But even this part of the recipe is open to your tweaking. You might prefer to use a little less granulated sugar in the paste, you might want to use more or less of the caramelised almonds. You could even choose not to caramelise them at all and simply roast them. All very fair alterations that, while keeping what I love most about this recipe (big chunks of almond in the paste), might make it more to your taste.
To make it even simpler you could forget the almond element entirely and throw a dollop of good jam in there instead like a good little Finn.
This, however, is how I make them.
Ingredients (makes 16 buns)
Dough
500g white bread flour
3 tsp active dry yeast
1 egg
250ml milk
2 tsp crushed cardamom
100g caster sugar
1/2 tsp fine salt
100g room temp butter
Caramelised almonds
150g granulated sugar
75ml water
200g skin on almonds
Almond paste
100g ground almonds
100g granulated sugar (reduce for a less sweet version)
60-100ml milk
A few drops of vanilla extract
1/4 tsp fine salt
200ml of whipping cream
Method
The buns
Warm the milk up to almost boiling then leave to cool to something like blood temperature. Then add the yeast to the milk and whisk it up to dissolve. Put your flour in a large bowl and add the yeasty milk, egg, sugar, cardamom and salt. Work this together in the bowl until it’s just combined and leave for 15 minutes covered with plastic wrap to rest.
After 15 minutes, knead the dough for a few minutes before starting to add the soft butter bit by bit while you continue kneading. The idea behind this step is to develop a little gluten first before adding the butter (the fat in which would inhibit the gluten formation).
Once all the butter is fully incorporated, cover again and rest for an hour or so until double in size (a cooler or warmer kitchen will impact how long this takes).
Caramelised nuts
Put all the ingredients in a small pan and slowly bring it to a boil (make sure the sugar dissolves before it boils). Keep stirring while it simmers. Eventually the syrup reduces and thickens before things start to look a real mess. Everything will turn gritty and thick and start to crystallise around the nuts. Don’t be worried, this is all as it should be. Keep the heat to medium and the sugar will start to melt and caramelise around the now toasted almonds. Keep mixing it, careful of how hot it’s getting. Once they reach a nice golden brown, pour them onto a sheet of baking paper and separate the nuts from each other so you don’t get huge shards of praline. Be careful, it’s all very hot.
(Note: I like this method because it’s very simple - inspired by London nut vendors - and does the job of roasting and caramelising the nuts in the same pan at the same time.)
Almond paste
This is the star of the show for me. It’s beautiful stuff. Spread this on cardboard and you’d have yourself a top tier dessert.
Start by putting your ground almonds in a pan and slowly dry-toast them over a moderate heat until they evenly turn from creamy white to the pale gold of a graham cracker or digestive biscuit. Set aside to cool before mixing with the sugar and enough milk (around 70ml) to form a thick but spreadable paste. It can’t be loose though. Add the salt, vanilla and then as much of the caramelised almonds as you want, chopped as fine as you want (I like it big and chunky).
The buns part 2
Heat your oven to 180°c/350°f.
With your dough risen to double in size, get it out on your work surface, flatten the air out of it and divide into 4 equal pieces. Then divide these into 4 again so you have 16 equal pieces of dough.
To form neat balls of dough, flatten them a little and pinch all the sides together into a single point to form a “seam”. Place this seam-side down on the counter, cup your hand over the dough ball and roll it over the table in a small circle shape. This should tighten the seam and create tension in your ball.
Place your balls on a baking paper-lined tray, flatten each slightly with your palm and cover loosely with oiled plastic wrap. Let these rise again until double in size.
Bake in your heated oven for about 15 minutes until just turning golden.
Assembling your buns
Once you’ve let the buns cool, slice the top off and dig out some of the dough. I tend to eat this as I go because I’m a bloody goblin but more civilised people mash this with a splash of milk and mix it into the almond paste. Fill the cavity with some of the almond paste, top with whipped cream (I don’t sweeten mine but you do you), add the “lid” again and dust with icing sugar.
These are best eaten on the day of baking. If you plan to eat them the next day (or later) then freeze them whole once they’ve cooled for defrosting and assembly another time.
A note on when dough is ready to bake…
There really isn’t any reason to end up with heavy, brick-like bread once you’ve gone to all the effort of making a lovely dough. 9 times out of 10 it’s just a matter of waiting long enough until the dough has risen (proved) for a second time before going in the oven.
To test for this, your dough should go from firm after shaping to soft and airy when poked with a floured finger after it’s proved. Doing so should leave a small indentation that doesn’t spring back fully.
When I made these buns earlier this week, in my cold Finnish kitchen, it took ages for them to prove fully. I just kept them covered and waited until they were ready.
Time: often the most important ingredient of all.
A few variations…
Look at this glorious collection I found on a recent trip to Stockholm with the family…
Those with a good eye will see the lovely semla on offer, next to which you can see a croissant variety. I didn’t try it myself but the baker said it was their regular croissant filled with the almond paste and whipped cream.
If you want a very cheeky almond semla experience without the bother of baking, I recommend that variation fully. All you need to do is make the lovely almond paste.
The basic dough recipe here can also be used for all manner of Nordic buns. One variation I can recommend is to make semla “rolls” by, following the first rise, rolling out the dough flat (about 1cm thick) and spreading the almond paste all over it, before rolling it up tightly and slicing it into two inch pieces. Prove and bake as in the above recipe for a lovely bun that looks like the traditional cinnamon roll.
Like I said before, the recipe is what it is, you can follow it to the letter, but it’s also yours to make your own.
I hope you do.
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Thanks,
Wil
Wil , could not agree more re Thom Eagle’s book , it is a beautiful treatise on how to cook and liberating yourself from recipe following . A recipe is an idea nothing more and should be taken as a source of ideas not as something to be slavishly followed
I would eat these crammed with almond paste *and* jam, even if that means having to eat them on a raft in the middle of the Gulf of Bothnia.
P.S. I studied Mayan glyphs in the run up to my art history degree. Also, Professor Hawking once came to my restaurant a million years ago. I was so curious to know what he could eat and how he would manage it, but decided it would be rude to stare and therefore stayed away from the table. Oh, the limiting power of politeness!