Huszárcsók

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.

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About pattiblaine

Raised under the name of Snyder in the upstate NY town of Vestal, I've worked as a typesetter, a fast food salad bar tender, an art reviewer, a waitress, a part-time nanny, and a very-bad-with-phones temp. Once upon a time I was all-but-thesis toward a Masters in Art History. Now I'm just a mom with a lot of fiber squirreled away throughout the house. We call it insulation. In 2013 I completed a life-long learning program at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and am a postulant toward the diaconate in the Episcopal Diocese of Rochester, NY. In addition to coordinating volunteers for the soup kitchen, I volunteer as a tutor at a deeply impoverished city elementary school, and am a docent at the Memorial Art Gallery.
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