No matter how many of these golden “roses” you bake, with their tender and fragile meringue, there will never be enough! One of my oldest and dearest friends is Nastya, whom I’ve known for almost forty years. We both have a vivid memory from our childhood—the day we “attacked” a huge plate of these cookies, freshly baked by her mother. We couldn’t stop until we had polished off the last crumb. That evening, back with the rest of the family, we got scolded by Nastya<