After rolling and cutting over eight dozen fig rugelach, your mind tends to wander.  Away from Christmas, away from “the spirit,” away from good tidings.  The hangover starts earlier than it should.  What do I want?  What would taste good to me right now?

With a circle of dough in front of me and apparently not enough fig jam, I hatched a plan—a rugelach experiment.

Surrounded by all the sweetness, I wanted a dose of salty.

I swapped the jam for peanut butter and the sprinkled sugar with fleur de sel.

 

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How awesome do I feel when I read that Bon Appétit has peanut butter listed as the dessert trend of the year?