|From Kitchen Tested|
What can I say?
Kids...there is NO.WAY.I.AM.GONNA.MAKE.THESE
The recipe itself as well as my friends who have ventured into this den of self-inflicted pain echo the same warning signs. They take time. They aren't easy. And that's all I need to conclude that they are not for me. No ounce of Jewish mothering guilt will get me there.
I love to bake, but I dread the annual hamentaschen baking. My mom didn't make them growing up, so I decided it would be a good thing to share with my kids. But, yet again, I learn that my mother was a very smart person back then (she's still very smart). Every year when the hamentaschen either open, ooze out their jam, make a sticky mess, or any combination thereof, I utter the same thing:
May there be
So, while these rainbow hamentaschen look stunning, this year I will enjoy the hamentaschen that everyone else made from the shalach manos packages we receive. And I will eat them with a smile.