For the record, Iceland cannot be known for their cakes. Last weekend’s Icelandic Jólakaka I made to celebrate Greg’s birthday was a disaster. I layered in chocolate pudding to try to improve it (see the photo above), and let’s just say the pudding was fine. Maybe we converted the measures wrong. Maybe I beat the batter too much, but I think for pastry we think of the French or the Italians, not the people of Iceland.