Robb has been sifting through the Hungarian and Austrian cookbooks that I inherited from my father, and came across a recipe for Hussar's Kisses, which are (as anyone could guess) a type of cookie.
I'm pondering the connection between confections and a soldier's kiss. I'm also amused by this demure young lady, who is not actually touching her sweetheart, but is showing just the tiniest bit of petticoat and toe. Racy stuff, that!
If you want to try a Hussar's Kiss (and I'll assure you that they're insanely delicious), you're going to have to stop by our place this Sunday between 1 and 6pm.