My kids think I can’t cook. I think the kids think the kitchen is my enemy. So on one afternoon I set out to show them I was anything BUT square… I was a little triangle… as in Hamantashan… a sweet Jewish treat. You basically make the dough, stuff it with sweet stuff, and bake it… hoping the end shape resembles a triangle.. here goes nothing
Step 1: I bought the ingredients.. Notice the Reese’s package didn’t make it home from the store without being opened… don’t judge
Step 2: I got the ingredients ready and noticed that ANYTHING which calls for this much butter must be good
Step 3: I figured out how to use the mixer we got for our wedding.. fifteen years ago… zoom!
Step 4: got the dough ready and took a well deserved rest watching random TV shows for three hours while the dough sat in the fridge (no pictures)
Step 5: the kids rolled out the dough and stuffed it with fruit, chocolate chips, Reese’s cups and more… a one to ten ratio of fruit to other stuff
Step 6: we stared in the oven and waited for our delicious treat… drooled a little… waited… drooled
Step 7: we sampled a bunch of hamantashan for quality control before we presented a much smaller batch for the wife… wouldn’t want her to taste something less than perfection…
In one afternoon, I stole the recipe from the internet and proved to the kids I was a little bit more triangle than square… maybe. Delish. Boom. Drop spatula and out.