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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