chceš kolače?

i have a mind given to superstitions and ocd tendencies, so the task of baking the perfect kolache was somewhat daunting to me- but i figured it would be a fun experiment. i carefully measured everything out, pondered the magic of yeast, and wondered if there was some czech folk dance i was supposed to perform while waiting for my dough to rise. but despite my lack of clogs and coordination, it rose and produced thirty something little rolls of joy, which i quickly filled with strawberry goodness. i grimaced at the suggestion of one of the recipes to use hog lard rather than shortening and opted to go with my animal friendly alternative- because really, when am i going to find the time to sharpen a stick and hunt down a hog in the woods adjoining my apartment complex? seriously- i have better things to do.

after a bit of witchcraft and wizardry, i got my result. steph stormed the apartment, being led by her nose from the parking lot. i should've known better than to leave the window open- she's always out there, lurking of the hopes of stealing my pic-a-nic basket. then charlie came by to pick up a few. i would say very good for the first try. at last, i have found my true calling- czech cookery! now who wants gulash?!





Steph, Charlie, and Speed Racer say these kolache rock hard.