Every year, on Good Friday, a lovely group of ladies that are very dear to my heart, gather at my mom's house for a few hours of egg cracking, kneading, and a lot of laughs. We roll out surprisingly large amounts of dough to make babka, a sweet bread that represents Easter to my Polish heritage. Filled with poppy seeds, sweetened cream cheese, or left plain, we eat it for weeks and months to come(after thawing it!).
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