Tuesday, March 6, 2012

TWD: Baking with Julia - Rugelach

Dough, made with lots of butter and cream cheese, meant to be rolled out, filled with good things, rolled up again, cut into rounds, and baked to emerge peacefully as a tasty cookie...these are rugelach. Supposedly.

The dessert I created by following this recipe seems to have a mind of its own.

I had no trouble making the dough - it came together just great. It chilled overnight in the refrigerator. I suspect that it was during this overnight rest that it began plotting its revolt.

What I put into the fridge was a lovely, smooth, creamy pastry dough, patted into a non-threatening rectangle shape that looked eager to become something yummy. What I retrieved from the fridge was dough with another plan entirely, dough that was only reluctantly rolled out. The warmer it got, the harder it was to control. Eventually, I subdued it, rolled it into rectangles, filled it with fig butter, dried fruit, nuts, cinnamon and sugar, and rolled it up again jelly-roll style (although it was barely able to contain its filling while being rolled). True to its emergent personality and bursting at the seams, it kept trying to unroll itself when I cut it into rounds. Finally, in what can only be called a rugelach revolution, some of the cookies successfully unrolled while in the oven baking.

Still, they were quite tasty, despite their rebellious behavior!



The Boy rated them a 13 out of a possible 10. I'm not sure he understood what I was asking with the number scale rating thing, but I'll take his rave review. They also passed muster with George, who said simply, "Mmmm, yes," and then asked how many more there were.

Thumbs up.

Check our hosts' blogs this week for the recipe: Jessica at My Baking Heart and Margaret at The Urban Hiker. Or, check out Tuesdays with Dorie to see how all the other bakers' rugelach turned out. (Rugelach? Rugelachs? Anyone?)

I am planning to bake the second batch this week with some chocolate and hazelnut filling and dried cherries. This time, though, I know what I'm getting into...I will not be taken in by the second innocent-looking rectangle of dough in the bottom of my fridge. I am prepared for battle!