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...excuse to make merry. The wicked and corrupt advisor to Persia’s King Ahasuerus, as told in Jewish scriptures, Haman failed in his plan to eradicate the Jews. But everybody wins with Haman’s namesake, the hamantaschen, a delectable triangular-shaped cookie filled with fruit jam (usually prune) or poppy seed. The Yiddish name means the pocket of Haman; in Hebrew, the slightly more daring name is oznei Haman (ears of Haman). The best of these now line the shelves of Brookline bakeries...
...delicacy, the cookies are far from mundane. The laws of permutations and combinations can still apply to hamantaschen, which have two possible shells—either the common hard-cookie shell or the soft, Danish-like pastry covering—and several options for fillings, from a variety of fruit jams to poppy seed. These days, hamantaschen seem to have taken on a new motto: dream of something and the center can hold...
...cookies sit besides trays of apple strudel and chocolate danishes. And, yes, there are hamantaschen. Almost two shelves are devoted to the treat, with flavors including prune, cherry, strawberry, raspberry, apricot and more ($0.65 for small). The hamantaschen shell is crisp and sweet, with a hint of lemon. The fruit fillings do not boast a puree of actual fruit, although the final result is nonetheless appetizing...
...store, walking away with boxes brimming with hamantaschen for friends, family and themselves. The bakery makes hamantaschen with three different types of fillings: apricot, prune and poppy seed. The crisp and crumbly cookie crust melts in the mouth. The jams are rich, and made of pureed fruit...
...somehow one managed to sneak its way onto our plate at Pastry Land. We stared at the unwanted hamantaschen and finally dove in. Although we had declared earlier that we do not like prunes, we ate the hamantaschen, only to be surprised—the wrinkled, dried fruit has a sweet and subtle flavor that blends perfectly with the cookie shell...