“Pour us each a coffee, Adam, if you will, and then have one of these kolachkes.”
“Kolachkes? What are they?”
“Come and find out for yourself.”
Adam poured the coffee into mugs he’d taken from a shelf holding a row of them. Each mug was different.
“Those look like my mother’s thumbprint cookies, only they’re bigger. And Mom didn’t put a sugar glaze on hers.”
“No disrespect to your mother’s cooking, but I’ll bet hers aren’t like these.”
Adam picked up one of the pastries and bit into it.
“Mmmm! These are still warm!”
“Yeah. They were just taking them out of the oven.”
“In addition to being bigger around and puffier than Mom’s, these are just way better. What’s in ‘em?”
“Well, as you’ll notice, the thumb prints in the top are filled with different kinds of fruit preserves. But what
