Earlier in the week (Monday to be exact), I made a pan of butter tart squares. They were nicely "curing" in the fridge until family and friends came over and cleaned out every last one. This time I decided to take the lazy person's way - use store bought tart shells and make my go to recipe for the filling.
1/4 cup melted butter
1 cup brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla
2 Tbsp cream
1/2 cup raisins
Mix together melted butter, brown sugar, egg, vanilla, cream and salt.
Add a few raisins to each prepared tart shell
Fill tart shells with approximately 1 heaping tablespoon of mix
Bake in 350 F oven for 22-25 minutes
My yield on this recipe was 16 tarts.
I met this very lovely Greek lady in my building. The first time we met on the elevator she shared with me that she was going to a doctor's appointment; that she'd had knee surgery and she was feeling dizzy. She reminded me so much of my own mother who goes into similar descriptions so I know enough to realize that this lady just wanted someone to listen to her. Obviously, I couldn't fix anything. I commented on her very beautiful cane and she responded by saying she was going to see a Greek doctor. I asked the question - "are you Greek?". Yes, she said. I said, maybe when you're feeling better you can teach me how to make cocaine cookies. Sure, sure, when I make them, I'll call you.
Tonight there was a knock at my door. Her son was at the door with a package for me and inside were my cocaine cookies.
One of my all time favourite cookies - Kourabiedes. I can't pronounce them, I can't spell them and I've always called them Cocaine Cookies. Peter at Kalofagas came to my rescue. You can find the recipe for these amazing icing sugar loaded gems of goodness on his site. Ivy from Kopiaste tells me she'll be making them next week but using pistachios for hers. Gotta watch for those.
The interesting thing is this woman reacted to my willingness to watch her make them and translated it into her making them for me. This is the exact same reaction my mother gives me. Is there something wrong with my communication or is this a cultural thing?
No matter what, this year I managed to press the EASY button on both the butter tarts and the cocaine cookies.