Mazurek, the name given to these cookies by the Poles and/or by Sharon Tyler Herbst, translates to mazurka in the online translators. And the definition of mazurka, according to online dictionaries, is a lively dance or spirited waltz in triple time.
My personal association with the mazurka is tainted by our Year of Bartók, which is pointless to go into here except to say mazurkas are fun, but they can wear on me after a while and leave me craving a sonata, or an intermezzo, or a nocturne, or anything other than another freaking mazurka. Or maybe than Bartók. It was a long year. Mind you, I do not feel the same when it comes to Chopin mazurkas, but then again, we have not yet experienced a year of everything Chopin.
But I have digressed as by now you know I am wont to do. Whether that sketchy bit of online information is the definitive end of those two words or not (I suspect it’s not but that it was a whole lot more than you cared to contemplate), I don’t know, but dance these mazureks do.
Orange zest, almond extract, vanilla and chocolate vie sweetly for attention in the chocolate-glazed mazureks above. In the fruited mazurek bars to the left, apricots, dark raisins, toasted walnuts, and orange juice join the chorus full-throatedly. The former bars are crisp, crumbly and buttery, and the latter chewy, sweet and sticky. Both are delicious in their own way.