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When I get rejected, I bake. And scour the online realtor listings and look for a house (found a small condo for a really good price, and now I'm off in dreamland again*!), both of which are fairly impractical responses.
When I was a kid and we had "coffee and rolls" social time once a month after church on Sunday, one thing that was inevitably there were kolaches, which is a Czech sweet roll, typically with prune or poppyseed filling. I ... hated them. Prunes, yuck! They were not a kid's pastry. (Of course, I don't think I actually tried one. They had me running at prune.)
In the interest of exploring my own heritage, I decided to embrace the kolache. Sans prune. Instead, I made mango and strawberry curd, two things that make these worth it even if they didn't turn out anything like what I remember the church ladies' kolaches to be.
( Recipe and more pictures )
Oh, if you don't make the rolls themselves - do the curds! It took me forever, because the only fine mesh strainer I have is about two inches across, and you really do have to strain out the fiber and pips. SOOOO good. I have lots of strawberry left. Might bake more this afternoon. What? I have to use up the curd!
*Latest dream: A retail job at a treasure company. Yes, treasures. From the sea. Pirate booty. It's a bit history/storytelling and sales and the pay is surprisingly decent. I mean, they train for 4-6 weeks, unlike most retail, where you're released to sell, sell, sell. So, in my idealistic head (imagine, some people think I'm a pessimist!), I've got that job and have purchased a small condo much closer to that place (it's down the coast a bit) and am happy as the proverbial clam.
Well, it can't hurt to apply, anyway.
When I was a kid and we had "coffee and rolls" social time once a month after church on Sunday, one thing that was inevitably there were kolaches, which is a Czech sweet roll, typically with prune or poppyseed filling. I ... hated them. Prunes, yuck! They were not a kid's pastry. (Of course, I don't think I actually tried one. They had me running at prune.)
In the interest of exploring my own heritage, I decided to embrace the kolache. Sans prune. Instead, I made mango and strawberry curd, two things that make these worth it even if they didn't turn out anything like what I remember the church ladies' kolaches to be.
( Recipe and more pictures )
Oh, if you don't make the rolls themselves - do the curds! It took me forever, because the only fine mesh strainer I have is about two inches across, and you really do have to strain out the fiber and pips. SOOOO good. I have lots of strawberry left. Might bake more this afternoon. What? I have to use up the curd!
*Latest dream: A retail job at a treasure company. Yes, treasures. From the sea. Pirate booty. It's a bit history/storytelling and sales and the pay is surprisingly decent. I mean, they train for 4-6 weeks, unlike most retail, where you're released to sell, sell, sell. So, in my idealistic head (imagine, some people think I'm a pessimist!), I've got that job and have purchased a small condo much closer to that place (it's down the coast a bit) and am happy as the proverbial clam.
Well, it can't hurt to apply, anyway.
