The fourth and final part of a Pud-Hog Sweet Series from Sweden
What? It’s always nice to end a series on a high, and I can honestly say that the Punschrulle was hands down the tastiest thing I ate in Gothenburg.
It was also the smallest: a thumb-length roll of green Marzipan, with both ends dipped in Dark Chocolate.
I have to admit, at first glance it didn’t entice me, looking rather more larval than lovely (don’t you think?).
As soon as my teeth sank into it, however, I was smitten.
It was the filling which sealed the deal.
Fool that I was, I hadn’t even imagined there would be anything inside, but indeed there was – and it was DIVINE.
In the nicest suprise I’ve had all year, my teeth broke through to a secret stash of Chocolate, Cake Crumbs, finely chopped Nuts and what may well have been a snifter of Rum.
Clearly, this was no bog-standard Marzipan log: it was more like a luminous Truffle – and an awesome one at that,
It was rich; it was soft; it was pretty much velvet in edible form. And, though I tried to prolong the ecstasy of it, all too soon it was gone.
Which brings me to the Punschrulle’s one and only major drawback: it should be at least three times bigger
Where? This traditional treat can be found at various Swedish bakeries – mine was bought from the small chain of bakeries, Cederleüfs & Svenheimers
How Much? 20 kr a piece (about £2)