I've heard tell others do it. It involves bubble wrap and a steely glare. It's sneaky, exciting, and, well, illegal if you want to be downright snotty about it. But who does it really hurt? A micro-brew here, a link of forced meat there. And man-oh-man, the payoffs are something. Would you go to jail for a package of dried fruit? Before answering, take a look at these.
That's what I thought. Dried apricots from Istanbul, plumped back up with an overnight soaking and a quick boil in simple syrup until fleshy again. Drain, cool, and stuff with marscarpone cheese (which I laced with a little honey). Then drip into crush picstachios. Serve as dessert, or with wine at cocktail hour, or both.
