Косички. Kosichki. Literal translation? Pigtails or braids. Or as I like to call them, another installment of cookies interruptus. Once again, I baked cookies in the fragments of time scattered over the course of a couple of days. Fragments of time too small to do serious writing (which I must eventually do, somehow), but long enough to mix dough, cut strips and form braids, glaze with egg white and sprinkle with poppy seeds, and then bake. Imagine everything resting in the refrigerator for an hour or two or overnight at each of the last three commas, and twice more during the word bake and you will understand why I call them cookies interruptus.
These are very good and not too sweet. Sharon Tyler Herbst says they are more pastry than cookie, and they are. More biscuit than cookie, says Bruce. To braid the strips evenly, I followed Ms. Herbst’s advice and started them in the middle, working to one end, then turning and working to the other. The trickiest bit was making sure the braid looked consistent which meant doing one end upside down and corn-row like, but I found that if I didn’t think about it too hard, it was easy to just let my fingers do what they seem to know how to do all on their own. The cookies look complex, but are fairly simple once you get the braiding bit down, and they sure are pretty. And yummy! Excellent with peppermint tea.