Also known as Haman’s Pockets.
Doesn’t that totally sound like something you might exclaim in surprise? Like “Odd’s bodkin!” or “Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat!” I plan to interject “Haman’s pockets!” in response to a pleasantly shocking situation some time soon. Just to see what happens.
Anyway. Our latest venture from The Joy of Cookies is Hamantaschen, an Israeli cookie according to Sharon Tyler Herbst. A traditional sweet of Purim, the poppy seeds were a little difficult to come by mid-July. The poppyseed filling consists of water, poppy seed, chopped raisins, orange zest, orange juice, honey, sugar, cinnamon, a tiny bit of salt, an egg and chopped toasted almonds. It is wonderful. Memorable. Delicious. And the cookie part ain’t so bad either.
They are, however, a time-consuming little delicacy to make, said the woman with no time. I confess to soaking the poppy seeds one day, then a couple of days later toasting the almonds. Still another day I ground the seeds, chopped the raisins and cooked the filling. Today I finished them. Haman’s Pockets made in little pockets of time here and there. Fitting.
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Mmmm, those do sound good! And exclaiming ‘Haman’s pockets!’ should produce an interesting reaction 🙂 I’m now trying to remember what it was that Jo March used to come out with…..must dig out a copy of Little Women before I fry my brain…..(all I’m coming up with is ‘By the bedsocks of Doctor Barnardo!’ which was quite different LOL)
Ok, Fiona, now I’m curious! What did Jo exclaim? I don’t think I own a copy of Little Women — which is a fault I must fix! 🙂
Of course I remembered immediately after posting, Patti: not as funny as I thought, it was simply ‘Christopher Columbus!’ which I suppose would have been considered unladylike (and therefore typical of Jo) in the 1860s 🙂 I think in a later book – probably Little Men – the family dog is named Christopher Columbus so if Jo is heard by those of a delicate nature it may be explained she is merely summoning the dog.
Perhaps you should rename Carmen…… how does ‘I’m just taking Haman’s Pockets for a walk, dear’ sound? 🙂
Oh, Christopher Columbus. Why couldn’t I remember that? 😉 Thanks, Fiona!
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