I was a very new bride, with no kitchen skills to speak of, and there was that one night when we had a few unexpected guests. There was dinner, yes, (although I cannot recall what we served) but we realized belatedly we had no dessert, and it was too late to rush out to get some. Richard wandered off into the kitchen and I could hear cupboards and the refrigerator door opening first, the gorgeous scent of butter cooking next. Before long he came out with a big platter filled with a stack of what looked like crispy pancakes, dusted with sugar on top. We ate it like cookies, tearing off a piece here and there, as we talked and talked the night away. It was simple, delicious, perfect as an after-dinner treat with some tea. And for some reason it was quite the hit. Little did our guests know that it was just lumpia wrapper, fried gently but decisively in good butter, and then dusted generously with sugar.
The photo above was taken today. After lunch, my Richard recreated that treat he had made that one night many, many moons back, except that now he used honey (which I got as a present in one stop during a recent 6-day road trip along the north Luzon highway). And it was just as I remembered it --- crisp and crumbly, sweet, and can I just say absolutely lovely, more so because of the tender memory attached to it. Oh, and btw, this dessert still has no name. But I guess that's okay.❤️ @richardgomezinstagram