Since I grew up in the States, mostly in the South, I feel that I was gipped out of a childhood delicacy…marzipan.
And not just any marzipan…the yucky stuff that the cheesy flowers on store bought cakes sometimes have…but the really, really, really good kind. So when I was in Moscow and saw these, I’m sure that my eyes were the size of saucers, it had been about two years since I last had any marzipan of any quality. Thanks Margot for my box of food gold! I stringently enjoying them, rather I’m hoarding them. Yummy!