博多文鳥
Yaoiki, yaoiki... In the quiet residential area of Hakoizaki, there is a bakery called Yaoiki Pan. It's true that the location is a bit hard to find, but not so much that you'll get lost. When I entered the shop, there was nobody inside, so I greeted loudly and the owner, an elderly lady, appeared from the back with a smile. I commented on the cold rain outside, and she pointed to the red bean buns, saying, "The red bean buns are over there." Huh... Psychic powers? Thank you, I got the red bean buns without having to search. In addition to the red bean buns, I also bought some éclairs and cream puffs, which are popular for Valentine's Day to distribute at work, about 20 in total. The elderly lady packed them efficiently for me. The red bean buns had an unusual feature of two windows at the top of the dough, not black sesame or poppy seeds, but windowed red bean buns. Nice, nice! The dough was soft and couldn't withstand the knife cut, so it popped a bit... sorry, sorry. The red bean paste was just right, and the dough was fluffy, enveloping it perfectly. Of course, it was delicious. The texture of the red bean was wonderful, and the sweetness was moderate. The bottom of the red bean buns had a strong, crispy texture, giving off a fragrant aroma of wheat before taking a bite, tickling my appetite. It must be the result of the long-used black iron plate. It's an honor to encounter such bread these days. Thank you, it was delicious. Thank you, see you next week. Please tell me where the red bean buns are next time. Thank you.