Normally, when you see this on my countertop, you know things aren't going well and I can probably be found sitting on the floor of a closet somewhere, with chocolate on my face. But not today. Today we are making hamentashen with Hershey kisses.
So file this one under crazy, but I kinda thought that Hershey kisses would melt in a 400 degree oven. Today I learned that they don't. Not only do they retain their shape, but they actually kinda burn a little on the top.
I had used chocolate kisses as a filling in my last-ditch-hamentashen attempt this morning and it didn't go well. I had envisioned yummy puddles of melted milk chocolate in the center of my perfectly triangular Purim cookies. But no. What I do have are some vaguely triangular
cookies along with some rhombus shaped cookies filled with perfectly shaped
chocolate kisses. They didn't even wilt in the oven. How is it that these
chocolates will melt if you hold them in your palm for a second too long, but
hold their own in a metal box of fire? They're obviously magic hamentashen.
At least that's what I'm going to tell the kids later.
As for me, I have - about five minutes ago - come to accept the fact and make peace with the real story here: I like hamentashen but hamentashen don't like me.
It was time to taste them. How bad could they be?
I know the dough is awesome. It's the filling (and the shaping) that I seem to
have a problem with. Acting like Queen Esther, always thinking of you and the
greater good of the nation, I forced myself to taste one of these chocolate-kiss
filled packets of goodness. That's right, I did it for you. You're welcome. And
they are yum, not pretty, but delicious. Isn't that what we try to teach the kids
- it's what's inside that counts? Right?
I won't be packing these guys into my mishloach manot packages, but I think I will
take a few minutes to sit alone, eat a few leftover kisses and repeat my new mantra, I'm
okay and my hamentashen are okay.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)