More breadcrumbs. And sweet. June 2012, Manhattan.
My Ruthie, my Dibi, used to love it when I’d bring rugelach home to Pennsylvania. Which is why I was tickled to discover Ruthy’s Bakery the other day on a walk through Chelsea Market. The shop sells every different kind — raisin, raspberry, apricot, apple, chocolate, chocolate raspberry — so, always my grandmother’s granddaughter, I had to order an assortment. And taste them immediately.
Holy ru-moly. Yummm!
Pop Pop is a big rugelach fan, too. If I’m on it and budget time for the schlep, I’ll bring him a box from Ruthy’s next time I visit. He calls rugelach “arugula,” one of my favorite PO9-isms of all time, up there with “People’s magazine” and “the three As” (instead of AAA). So yes, that’s another reason I was so tickled to find Ruthy and her bakery. Or, maybe, they found me.
