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I’ve told you of my love of dates and date bars before, I know. Well, there have been a few happy coincidences in recent weeks that made some appear in my very own kitchen. While trolling the market on my lunch break, I saw a guy selling plump, shiny dates for a euro a kilo! How could I resist? I briefly considered just getting half a kilo, but then I tasted one and I threw caution to the wind. Later, I was faced with a linzer dough that refused to behave – possibly because I tweaked the recipe a little too much – instead of making cute little tartlet shells, I ended up with tartlet-shaped cookies. They were tasty, but hard to fill with ganache. I decided to let the dough rest overnight, in hopes that it would settle down.
In the morning, I was telling Nick my plans for the dough. “If it doesn’t work this time, I’m turning it into date bars. Slam it in a pan, cover it with puréed dates, make some crumble topping… I almost hope it doesn’t work!” So of course the next batch of tartlet shells came out perfectly, but the date bar idea had taken hold. I used way more dates than I thought I needed, but I was pleased with the result: a firm hazelnut crust on which to spread a thick layer of sticky purée, with a crumbly, hazelnutty topping. This goes a step beyond bar cookie into dessert territory, although I keep telling myself that all the fruit, fiber, and nuts make it a perfectly virtuous breakfast.
(Click through for the recipe.)