Supplicant before Thee! Food of Icelandic Gods! Ah! Witness Bjork’s pale hands kneading the tender dough for ravished and weary cyclists! Oh Hekla! Joy of Joys! I tremble in anticipation…
Or something like that. A bit of research indicates that only here in Boston are these pastries known as “Hekla, Icelandic Pastry”. It is my non-Thursday bicycling obsession and fuel. I can’t find any reference to the authenticity to them, though Hekla is Iceland’s most famous volcano. I really find my groove with these.
What the Hekla’s that?