I’ve Said it Before – I’m Not Domestically Inclined

Even so, when my kids asked me to bake Hamentashen for Purim – what could I say? I got all the necessary ingredients together – sugar, baking powder, unbleached flour, organic filling, and a pomegranate martini.

Must have for every kitchen.

After going over the ground rules (“What happens in the kitchen, stays in the kitchen” and “Hands off Mommy’s booze”) we were buzzing around like a foul-mouthed Rachael Ray surrounded by two children who will later be placed in military school.

Well. Maybe I was the only one buzzing.

Side Note: When kids say they’re going to help you, they are g*ddamn liars. It isn’t long before they lose interest and announce, “This was a bad idea, Mommy. Maybe the Publix bakery is a better plan.”

But by that time, I was invested in this little project. I was *committed.* (Insert your own joke here.) Besides, the cookies started out good.

But eventually spread open like Paris Hilton at an Oscar party.

Not one to give up, I kept trying until they looked sorta like Hamentashen is supposed to look - resembling either Hamen’s hat or your gilfriend’s hooha.

You decide.

They taste pretty good. But next year, we’ll probably go back to Publix.

Still. I think I’ll keep making the pomegranate martinis. And inappropriate jokes.

Tags: Hamentashen, Purim