I’ve mentioned before that I’m a little obsessed with passion fruit. The flavor, the concept—even the name. When I hear “passion fruit” in my head, it’s invariably being said by someone with a sultry accent, all slow esses and coy head tilts and eyebrow wiggles. It’s a name that’s basically begging you to love it,…
This Passion Fruit-Raspberry swirl bread was the happiest of accidents. I’ve been doing some recipe testing for the book (yes, still, sigh, whimper) and I ended up with a cup of leftover passion fruit pulp, and about a quarter-cup of raspberry puree. After discovering the hard way that passion fruit pulp really, really does not…
