Like everyone else who is on the internet, my Facebook feed these days is filled with ideas for hamentashen. I assume that those of you who bake will be pulling out recipes this Sunday to have them ready to give out on Purim.
Before you start to bake, I am going to give you a gift.
The gift is a recipe for the best hamentashen on the planet. My friend Marla is a beautiful writer, a wonderful photographer, and a really excellent cook.
Marla's grandmother's Hamentashen The link includes both a lovely essay and the recipe. Make them
Hamentashen should be made out of a soft smooth fine-grained dough. I often describe it as leathery, I know that sounds gross but if you think not of shoe-leather but say fine kidskin but in dough form, that's what a good hamentash should be made out of. A crumbly sugar cookie has its place, but not connected to hamentashen.
My sister loves to tell a story of the elderly uncle of a friend who was in a coma. it looked like the end was near. It was nearly Purim and his nieces and nephews brought hamentashen to the hospital room. They yelled into their Uncle's ear,
" We brought you hamentashen." The Uncle opened his eyes, and said, "Hamentashen!let me have one'. They did and he lived for another few months, those hamentashen chased away the Angel of Death for a little while.
If I am ever in a coma, I will wake up for Marla's hamentashen, but not for the nasty crumbly ones.
Before you start to bake, I am going to give you a gift.
The gift is a recipe for the best hamentashen on the planet. My friend Marla is a beautiful writer, a wonderful photographer, and a really excellent cook.
Marla's grandmother's Hamentashen The link includes both a lovely essay and the recipe. Make them
Hamentashen should be made out of a soft smooth fine-grained dough. I often describe it as leathery, I know that sounds gross but if you think not of shoe-leather but say fine kidskin but in dough form, that's what a good hamentash should be made out of. A crumbly sugar cookie has its place, but not connected to hamentashen.
My sister loves to tell a story of the elderly uncle of a friend who was in a coma. it looked like the end was near. It was nearly Purim and his nieces and nephews brought hamentashen to the hospital room. They yelled into their Uncle's ear,
" We brought you hamentashen." The Uncle opened his eyes, and said, "Hamentashen!let me have one'. They did and he lived for another few months, those hamentashen chased away the Angel of Death for a little while.
If I am ever in a coma, I will wake up for Marla's hamentashen, but not for the nasty crumbly ones.
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