Helena Out and About

T he memories that we connect to flavours and smells, are such an intense part of our live, that I believe we should take more time to bring them alive in our busy days. The smell of this eggs biscuits and the flavour, transports me to such happy moments. Arriving in Alentejo and being welcomed by my peculiar granny, my lovely aunt and my very elegant poet grandfather, always wearing his three peice suit and a felt hat, even when the heat was above 40 degrees. My grandmother Liolinda, for sure had prepared some special sweets, as that was her speciality. Normally this broas or couquinhos (little sweets made with coconut and egg yolk), for when my sister and I visited her during our long summer holidays or, festive events of the calendar like Easter or Carnival. I also remember after breaking up a relationship of 6 years, running to Alentejo to heal the wounds, and my dear aunt Fatinha, telling me: Let’s go to the kitchen, and bring up good memories, so we cooked this broas