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.

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.