Yes, I am a Polish girl. Well a good portion of me is anyway. Like completely half. My dad was an immigrant from Poland when he was six years old. By way of a Nazi camp in Germany. Yup, no kidding. I am a lucky Polish girl and I'm proud of the heritage I have. My family survived unthinkable challenges. We are aren't just strong, we're TOUGH.
Easter is a really big deal in Poland. It's is without a doubt my dad's favorite holiday. The very best memories I have with my dad are Easter related. Decorating eggs of course. But then there is the food! Homemade Kielbasa from my own hogs will be on our Easter table, thanks to my dad. For my dad and step-mom's very first date, he had them make sausage. She thought it was a joke at first. But no. They spent the evening with a hand grinder, making kielbasa. And she stayed!! Can you believe it?! Some 30+ years later, she still puts up with his sausage habit.
My Easter tradition is not sausage. It's bread. Babka to be exact. My big boy asked me what I was making today, I said, "Babka". He said, "Oh! Must be Easter soon! You only make that at Easter!" Babka is a sweet, rich, bread make with a gazillion eggs. So it's great for us, because we get oodles of eggs from our hens and it's a great recipe to use some of them up!
I'm not going to do a whole tutorial on Babka. But I'll show you the recipe. This is a recipe from a little ancient Polish cookbook my family has used for eons.
I'll tell you it's easier than it looks. The hardest part is separating the eggs with out dropping them all over.
Today, I used a modernized recipe from Country Living. You can find it at www.countryliving.com/recipefinder/babka-3905 I like this recipe because it was adapted for use of a Kitchen Aid mixer. After whipping up the dough, it's goes into a bowl to rise for spell.
Remember the sweet anticipation? Tucked into the big bowl, covered in a damp dish towel is a little mound of hope. Soon it will be in the oven and the "home baked bread smell" will fill the house. Just like when we were kids....
After an hour of watching it rise and an hour in the oven, this beauty is ready to taste....
Yes, it's good to be a Polish girl.... Sto Lat everyone and Happy Easter!