Why did my neighbor designate me as her Internet goy?
“Shiri, that looks great!” She gave me back the rolling pin and I handed her the knife. “Here, cut the dough into triangles, and then you can sprinkle it with the chocolate mixture.”
Shiri pushed a loose hair out of her face. “Never would’ve guessed it’s fun to make rugelach.”
“Sure it is, almost as much fun as eating them, right?”
Shiri hesitated a split second. “Yeah.”
I looked up at her for a fraction of an instant. Was that a shadow? “You gonna help me taste test when the first batch comes out? Make sure it’s good before I let the troops loose?”
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