
"This time, the Alfajore. Next time, Grandpa's leg. I don't want your brother in the house, Phil."
I found this recipe on lovely Patricia's site, and divided the work up between two days a few weeks back, right before life turned it up. The cookies, by themselves, are strange, the cornstarch definitely loud and clear. But pressed cheek to cheek with dulce de leche and dusted with soft, feathery drifts of powdered sugar and left to sit for a bit, they soften and meld into a confection worth cupping your chin for, to catch the falling sugar but even so there's no doubt you'll get a little on and in your nose, and endure coke jokes from friends and loved ones. Most likely no, though, because your friends and family are classy, delicate people, like the mom and dad in 'Home Alone'.