Raspberry-Rose Viennese Whirls

As pretty as they are delicious – Raspberry-Rose Viennese Whirls.

Viennese Whirls
If baking is Love made edible, then these Viennese whirls are my billet-doux to St. Valentine, himself – layers of homemade raspberry-rose jam and vanilla buttercream sandwiched between delicate melt-in-your-mouth Viennese cookies. Will you be mine, Valentine?

Raspberry Rose Viennese Whirls

Love made edible – slightly adapted from Mary Berry’s recipe.


  • 7 oz. frozen raspberries
  • 7 oz. sugar
  • 4 teaspoons rose water
  • Cookies
  • 9 oz. unsalted butter, very soft
  • 1 ¾ oz. confectioner’s sugar, sifted
  • ⅛ teaspoon table salt (not kosher salt)
  • 8 oz. all-purpose flour
  • 1 oz. cornstarch
  • Buttercream
  • 3 ½ oz. unsalted butter, softened
  • 7 oz. confectioner’s sugar, sifted plus more for dusting
  • ½ teaspoon vanilla extract


  1. Make the jam: Combine the frozen raspberries and sugar in a small deep-sided saucepan and bring to boil over a medium heat. When the sugar is melted, increase the heat and boil for another 4 minutes. Remove from the heat and add rose water. Transfer to a small container (pass it through a sieve if you’d rather not have seeds in your jam). Leave to cool and set.
  2. Make the cookies: Preheat the oven to 375F. Line 3 baking sheets with baking parchment. Using a 2” round cutter as a guide, draw 8 circles on each sheet of paper, spaced well apart. Turn the paper over so the pencil marks are underneath.
  3. Beat the butter, confectioner’s sugar and salt in a bowl until pale and fluffy. Sift in the flour and cornstarch and beat until thoroughly mixed. Spoon the mixture into a piping bag fitted with a medium star nozzle. Pipe 24 swirled rounds (not rosettes), inside the circles on the baking sheets. Refrigerate cookies for 15 minutes before baking (this will help cookies retain their shape).
  4. Bake in the center of the oven for 13—15 minutes, until pale golden-brown. Cool on the baking sheets for 5 minutes then carefully transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.
  5. Make Buttercream: Beat the butter, confectioner’s sugar and vanilla until fluffy and smooth. Spoon into a piping bag fitted with a medium star nozzle.
  6. Assemble: Spoon a layer of jam onto the flat side of 12 of the cookies and place jam-side up on a cooling rack. Pipe an equal thickness of buttercream over the jam and sandwich with the remaining cookies. Dust with confectioner’s sugar. Share the love.


A Waste

Saturday was raining and cold once again.  I desired couch-potato status – just me, the remote, a fire and my kitty.  Instead, I was required to turn my kitchen into a laboratory.  I took the challenge from Big D and Poco del Chile to come up with a Valentine’s Day dessert.  This was my last weekend to experiment.

The final version, Raspberry Cappuccino Torte, was a very moist and dark mocha cake base filled with raspberry jam and cinnamon whipped cream, and topped with chocolate glaze and fresh raspberries.

Sunday, I carefully transported my samples to the Steakhouse.  I walked down the back hall (the lights were off, which was surprising), carrying my confectionary treats like gifts from the magi…only to realize the back door was locked (that’s odd!).  I made my way to the front of the store and came face to face with the big sign on the front door that read (gasp!):

“Closed February 7 for Super Bowl”

All I could say was, “Are you fucking kidding me???!!” for the next hour as I drove back home.

I’ve been thinking about this damn dessert for the last four or five weeks.  I spent a good portion of my Saturday (not to mention my own money) developing the right recipe.  I woke up on Sunday earlier than desired, got myself ready and drove to work – all for NOTHING???!!!

To say I was irked would be an understatement.  So, I took a picture for Big D and emailed it, explaining the “mix up” – and my neighbors got a special treat.

At this point, I don’t care if we make my dessert for Valentine’s Day or not.  I’m feeling “done” with the Steakhouse.  I don’t want to be a quitter, but this isn’t fun anymore.