I learn something new every time that Baba and I bake together. She is an incredible baker. Everything is done by feel, and nothing is measured. I think that’s pretty wild, especially because baking is way more of a science than cooking is.
Pretty much nothing can compare to Baba’s eight decades of experience in the kitchen. The bread we made together this weekend is something she has made once a year for quite some time, for the celebration of Slava.
This bread is called a Slavski Kolac, and is an important part of the day. It is blessed by a priest, and enjoyed with dinner (and for the entire week following Slava! …is it wrong to make french toast out of holy bread??)