Words cannot describe the intense passion I feel for Reismans hamantaschen. These are unironically my favorite cookies ever. There is no comparison to the true divine bliss of biting into that sandy, sugary, stiff jelly, store-bought cookie masterpiece. Just smelling the open box sends me into the heights of euphoria. There is no other hamantaschen like it. Reismans hamantaschen are the Platonic form of the hamantaschen. Homemade hamantaschen do not compare. The greatest gift that overpriced supermarket Gristedes gave to this world was stocking Reismans hamantaschen year-round. The greatest mistake and gravest sin of the other supermarkets is not stocking Reismans year-round. With Reismans, I have tasted true joy. I will never be the same again. Never change, Reismans. Never change.
