As I was passing a neighbor yesterday morning on my way to work, she shouted out, "Happy Purim, Ed." And so I say to all of you, Happy Purim. I have no idea what Purim is all about, except that I think that someone named Esther triumphed over a dude named Haman. All I really know about Purim is that you get to eat hamantaschen, sweet triangular cookielike pastries filled in their exposed center with poppyseeds or prune or raspberry jam.
I associate hamantaschen with an anvil-like heaviness and a desert-like dryness. You could break a toe or two with the hamantaschen I grew up with, and those six-ounce heavyweights are what you are most likely to find anywhere hamantaschen are sold. They look like the one above, bought at Fairway Market today. They're tasty enough, but you feel like you get its dense essence two bites in.
Which leaves us with the one store-bought hamantashen that Esther, were she alive today, would be kvelling about, made by Emily Isaac at Trois Pommes Patisserie (doesn't sound very Jewish, does it?).
Isaac's hamantaschen restore this Purim pastry's good name and reputation in this very reformed Jew's eyes. You only have until this evening to get one of Issac's hamantaschen, because the holiday is over at sundown tonight.
If you feel like making your own hamantaschen, we posted Arthtur Schwartz's recipe from his new book. And if you want to learn how to make the Trois Pommes hamantaschen, here's a video from Grub Street.
Happy Purim from everyone at Serious Eats.