I am, for the most part, a rule follower and a people pleaser. It’s one of the reasons I love baking, which essentially amounts to a set of instructions designed to make something to be shared and bring joy. But if someone recommends something to me, I can be resistant to it for ages.

The farcical element is that once I capitulate and try out the novel, TV show, restaurant or biscuit recipe, I inevitably discover that my tastes are extremely mainstream, and I love whatever it is. It took me years to listen to Taylor Swift before immediately accepting her greatness and becoming her no. 1 fan. There’s no good reason for this. It drives my husband and my best friend mad: their recommendations falling on wilfully resistant ears until suddenly one day I am newly evangelical about whatever they’ve been recommending for the past six months. I not infrequently recommend their recommendation back to them.

All this is why it’s taken me so long to understand the magic of drømmekage, or Danish dream cake. Danish........

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