Rugelach

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There was more than a touch of mystery in my grandmother’s rugelach.

When I was very young, I never sought to unravel it.

My brother and I would await her arrival, plant our feet as firmly as we could to be ready for her hugs—such was the force of her love, then beg her to make rugelach for us.  The process, which always took a couple of days, culminated with rich crescent-shaped miracles emerging from the oven, glazed and golden, filling the house with the scents of sugar and cinnamon. We could barely wait for them to cool, and would snatch them off of the plate as soon as we were allowed, each bite a revelation of sweet and spice, fruit and nut.

As I got old enough to wonder how she managed it, I would go into the kitchen to observe, learn.

At her task, she was all business. After turning on the oven, she would take the rich dough— cream cheese, butter, and flour, which she had mixed, shaped into a ball and wrapped in paper the day before, out of the refrigerator. Then, while it was relaxing, softening, she would spread parchment paper on the table and sprinkle it with flour. Next, she would mix the cinnamon and sugar, place some in a bowl, and some on a plate, crush pecans between two sheets of parchment with a rolling pin, and empty a box of golden raisins into another bowl.

Why golden raisins?

Because they taste better.

Can I help?

Did you wash your hands?

Yes, Grandma.

A sharp stare. Wash them again.

I’d watch her divide the dough into four pieces, and roll them into circles. Then we would spread the cinnamon-sugar over it, sprinkle on the nuts in just the right amount so that they covered the dough, and top it with raisins. Carefully, so carefully, she would take her knife and cut each circle into wedges. These we would roll into crescents, making certain that all the ingredients were secure…protected…before dredging them in cinnamon-sugar.

I make these moon-phase delicacies still, as a woman very near the age my grandmother was when she made them for me.

My little ones, now well into mid-life, have learned to make them, too.

It’s good to pass these things on.

But for me, rugelach are more than a pastry, a tradition. They are slips of my childhood, of savoring mysteries, being in that kitchen, planting my feet on the floor. They are tantalizing aromas,  complex flavors, the strength of my Grandmother’s arms…

They are hugs.

(Rugelach recipe posted here: https://barbarafroman.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/rugelach/)

Comments 10

 
Virginia M Macasaet on Friday, 15 April 2016 20:07

Looks delicious! Recipes that carry a family of history of story telling always taste delicious!

Looks delicious! Recipes that carry a family of history of story telling always taste delicious!
Barbara Froman on Sunday, 17 April 2016 15:49

Thanks, Rina! :-)

Thanks, Rina! :-)
Katherine Gregor on Saturday, 16 April 2016 08:39

What a wonderful memory! And they look delicious. Are they similar to Hamantaschen (eaten at Purim)? There's something magical about inheriting recipes. It makes me a little sad that I have no one to pass my grandmother's and mine on.

What a wonderful memory! And they look delicious. Are they similar to Hamantaschen (eaten at Purim)? There's something magical about inheriting recipes. It makes me a little sad that I have no one to pass my grandmother's and mine on.
Barbara Froman on Sunday, 17 April 2016 15:54

Thank you, Katia! The basic dough is the same (at least when I've made Hamantaschen), although the arrangement and fillings are different. But that flour/cream cheese/butter dough is so versatile. I've even used it as a pie crust, and oh, my, was it good! As for your family recipes, I imagine your friends would love to have some of them (hint, hint), and be most appreciative for the share! ;-) Maybe we should think about compiling a Green Room cookbook!

Thank you, Katia! The basic dough is the same (at least when I've made Hamantaschen), although the arrangement and fillings are different. But that flour/cream cheese/butter dough is so versatile. I've even used it as a pie crust, and oh, my, was it good! As for your family recipes, I imagine your friends would love to have some of them (hint, hint), and be most appreciative for the share! ;-) Maybe we should think about compiling a Green Room cookbook!
Rosy Cole on Sunday, 17 April 2016 12:07

Nice! Another Green Room post at the intersection of the senses. Such a fertile area for writers to explore.

But I do think it's a bit cruel to offer virtual treats to your readers, Barb, a bit beyond the pale :( I suppose we'll let you off since you offered the recipe!

Nice! Another Green Room post at the intersection of the senses. Such a fertile area for writers to explore. But I do think it's a bit cruel to offer virtual treats to your readers, Barb, a bit beyond the pale :( I suppose we'll let you off since you offered the recipe!
Barbara Froman on Sunday, 17 April 2016 15:59

Many thanks and LOL, Rosy! If your senses are piqued enough to try the recipe, let me know how it comes out! Maybe you'll share some of your favorites???? :)

Many thanks and LOL, Rosy! If your senses are piqued enough to try the recipe, let me know how it comes out! Maybe you'll share some of your favorites???? :)
Katherine Gregor on Sunday, 17 April 2016 18:05

Oh, I agree with Barbara! Let's share recipes! :D

Oh, I agree with Barbara! Let's share recipes! :D
Barbara Froman on Monday, 18 April 2016 00:10

What fun! :-)

What fun! :-)
Rosy Cole on Thursday, 21 April 2016 14:23

Barb, I've teased you about the picture, but the real essence of this piece is in your writing. Layered with memory and tradition, it comes remarkably alive and is a lovely thing to share.

In other cultures, I'm sure Katia has some gastronomic experiences and recipes to share when she has time.

Barb, I've teased you about the picture, but the real essence of this piece is in your writing. Layered with memory and tradition, it comes remarkably alive and is a lovely thing to share. In other cultures, I'm sure Katia has some gastronomic experiences and recipes to share when she has time.
Barbara Froman on Thursday, 21 April 2016 17:50

Many thanks for your kind words, Rosy. :-)

Many thanks for your kind words, Rosy. :-)
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