My Czech heritage often shows up in a Ziploc bag after a visit with my grandmother. I could not tell you when I had my first kolache, bublanina or babovka, but I am sure it was love at first sight. Although unscientific, my research is complete. . .Heritage is "nature", not "nurture". This morning I offered Gracie two choices. I knew she would jump at the chance for Barbie fruit chews, so that was our control factor. When I asked if she would like a Barbie snack or Zucchini Bread she started dancing around the kitchen singing "BIKINI BREAD, BIKINI BREAD"! So, I am thrilled to report that she has the Czech genes but unfortunately, sweet baby girl, there is NOTHING about zucchini bread (or any other Czech food) that correlates with swimwear ~ it's quite the opposite. Hopefully we can teach you "pastries in moderation". . .not to mention, the art of actually baking these fabulous concoctions, since Nana is the only one that can do it! Thanks for the bread Nana, it was really yummy!
UPDATE: After I posted this morning I thought if she is going to learn how to bake kolaches I am going to need to teach her. . .so, after 4 hours, we have our first batch of kolaches. We really did do it together:) I will admit, they are not Nana's, but they are really good (and huge????). So here are a few photos from our Czechoslovakian baking adventure. My favorite one is Gracie putting on the topping. I think every child in our family has done that job, which was usually supervised by my grampa. . .Surely he is smiling down on us today. I know Gracie would have loved him as much I did.
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