The smell as it comes out of the oven. The taste as you burn the roof of your mouth because you can't wait a second for it to cool. Rose used to make these for us for special occasions. She'd also make some which were large rolls kind of like calzones for my dad. She never had a recipe to follow other than the one in her head and they turned out perfect each and every time. One by one she taught the Zoot's and the Sigele's how to make these yummy dough balls become a brisket lover's heavenly appetizer. Thank you Shari for taking the time to make these for us on the 24th for our Chanumus party. These are (were) a lovely tribute to our loving Rose whom I miss dearly.