Huszárcsók translates to Hussar kiss. Named for the Hungarian 15th century light cavalry, Sharon Tyler Herbst postulates that Hussar’s kisses are as sweet as a Hussar’s kiss, and as fleeting. Apparently they, like their namesake cookies, did not stay around very long.
These are rich with hazelnuts inside and out, and baked with either half a maraschino cherry or a dollop of red raspberry jam in the fingerprint. I opted for the latter, as I had jam left from the ribbon cookies and I’m the only one fond of maraschino cherries at our house. We all agree these are sweet and delicious. They will be as fleeting as Hussars, I’ve no doubt.