Friends, the time has come. This trusty old site of mine isn’t so trusty anymore, and for a while now, I’ve been craving a fresh, new space to share recipes with you — a space where I could focus more on the food, and less on the technical parts of the site. After a little staycation and a lot of elbow grease, I’m finally ready to share my new home with you. Come check it out: www.rivkafriedman.net. I hope you like it!
NDP will keep its little spot on the web, but I won’t be updating it anymore. From now on, new posts, pictures, and rants of all kinds will be housed at rivkafriedman.net. Happy cooking!
I know it’s almost Christmas, but I’m about one month behind (on everything) and right now, I need to commit a tiny act of Thanksgiving blasphemy. I tell you this: the best dessert I ate on Thanksgiving was not pie.
By 7 pm the evening of the holiday, our house was full of neighbors who had decided to stay local. Our table was overflowing with pies, many of which our friends had brought: a glistening, lattice-topped sour cherry pie; several bourbon/brandy-filled pumpkin pies; a gorgeous rendition of Deb’s chocolate tart with gingersnap crust (a slice of which I carefully set aside for myself, which my unsuspecting and always-cleaning lady accidentally threw away, *sob*) and many more. I tried too many; I loved them all. But I think my favorite bite of all was a slice of these maple walnut squares.
The crust is a shortbread, from which I accidentally left out two tablespoons of the butter, yielding a somewhat crispier, sandier texture. The top is like pecan pie, but – dare I be even more blasphemous? – better. Little bits of walnuts instead of big nutty chunks; maple syrup instead of corn syrup, duh; a different ratio of everything else. Just a better overall texture. Not that I’m knocking pecan pie: I especially love the one we served, from David Lebovitz, which has bourbon in the batter and a whole load of chocolate chips mixed in. Yum.
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