In Belem’s heart, by the Tagus’ serene flow,
A pastry’s secret, a tale to bestow,
The “Pasteis de Belem,” a sweet delight,
A Portuguese treasure, a pure culinary sight.
From ancient ovens, where secrets reside,
Flaky layers, golden-brown and wide,
Custard, a treasure, creamy and smooth,
The “Pasteis de Belem,” a taste to soothe.
In Lisbon’s district, where history stands tall,
This iconic delicacy enchants one and all,
At “Antiga Confeitaria,” its birthplace so grand,
The “Pasteis de Belem” are made by skilled hand.
A recipe guarded, a centuries-old art,
Passed down through time, it’s close to the heart,
Cinnamon dusting, powder like snow,
On the custard’s surface, a fragrant glow.
With each indulgent, warm, and tender bite,
A symphony of flavors, pure delight,
In every nook and cranny, a story unfolds,
Of a pastry that’s cherished, as history beholds.
So, when in Belem, by the Tagus’ embrace,
Sample a “Pasteis de Belem,” and savor its grace,
It’s not just a pastry; it’s Portugal’s dream,
A sweet, timeless treasure, filled with decadent cream.
Hayden Coombs 