Last Friday, my sister Faith and I spent the day baking together and it was simply lovely. We woke up early, had french press coffee with peppermint mocha creamer, and just sunk into our first holiday celebration day. In comfy pajama pants and messy buns on top of our heads, we baked 5 dozen chocolate chip cookies, completed a tray of peppermint bark and made a batch of these little beauties pictured above called Kringala.
Kringala hold a dear place in our hearts, and they taste just like childhood to us. When we were really young, we used to visit an elderly woman, affectionatly referred to as Mrs. Z (her last name was Zebawa), and she always welcomed us with a basket of warm Kringala fresh from the oven. We spent hours at her home, which I remember as quite an adventure, despite it's size and layout. She had an assortment of interesting items: vases she had collected, unique napkin rings, paint brushes, and colorful tapestries; and she loved having us there. I wanted to be like her, with stories of the world and yummy treats for people. I remember it being a warm place, and even very young I could tell we filled her heart with joy (and exhausted her :). It was such a dear place to us, and the familiar smell and taste of the Kringala made me feel home and nostalgic.
This food I ate Friday is special, because I will not be sharing the recipe. You can find lots of recipes for Kringala online, but this one is just one I'd rather keep close to my heart. She considered us family, and so I consider it a family recipe. I would, however, be happy to bake you some if you give me some notice :) They are truly a wonderful treat with a cup of tea and warm with a touch of butter.
Does baking make you feel nostalgic?
Let me know some of your favorite holiday treats!
(One day lots of people will comment on my posts like other people's blogs, but for now I will just dream of that day and continue to ask questions at the end as if I have a large following ;)
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