Hazelnut bread speaks of history and ancient rituals, it tells of scents and rural life.

Returning from the woods to the warm creaking of the kitchen, grandma gathered all the ingredients on the solid wooden table, already marked by generations of beating and sweets.

While the butter from the mountain pastures was worked in the terracotta bowl, she murmured to her granddaughter: “Listen, my child, this is not just butter, it’s the wind that blew over the pastures, it’s the rest of the stars. If you touch it with respect it will tell you of the mountains.”

The little one nodded and finally dipped her little hands, it was cold, smooth, and smelled of fresh grass, and then together with the eggs and the sugar, they formed an intense cream that embraced the hazelnuts toasted and ground into irregular grains that,

mixed with the flour, created the aroma and whisper of the woods preparing for winter rest.

Another piece of chocolate was taken and cut with a knife. Small flakes with slow and precise gestures. “Grandma, it’s so dark, it looks like a moonless night.” It is, but the moonless night has a deep scent.

And when it joins the clear heart of the cream, it will gift us all the courage to dream. The dense and heavy dough was placed carefully in the pan, without haste, only respect and ritual.

It was then pushed inside the cast iron wood stove, which emitted enveloping warmth. Thus began the true sensory magic: initially butter, flour, then hazelnuts.

From time to time the oven was opened, revealing the cake that grew, taking on a golden color and forming a crust.

An intense scent of toasted hazelnut mixed with the warm and reassuring aroma of wood rose, an odor that entered your soul and made you feel at home.

Hazelnut bread with its aromatic nuances that engage all the senses to savor the pleasure of goodness.

Other recipes with hazelnuts can be found in the list below