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Kolaches and Me
For the past two years, Ive had a craving. Not for cowbell, but for kolaches (pronounced: kuh-lotch-eeees). This is reason #589 I know something is wrong with me. I mean, multi-year cravings?? Who does that, besides omni-pregnant Michelle Duggar??
Or link sausage and cheddar cheese.
And for the less adventurous eaters of you, one of my favorite kolache shops (and the one my mom used to visit when I was only a wee child), Morning Kolaches, also makes fluffy, gooey cinnamon rolls:
But this isnt amateur hour, so I left the cinnamon rolls to my Dad and went on ahead and ate three kolaches this morning. Ive never felt more lethargic in my life.
Oh, and, for the record, Im not staying Paleo through the holidays. This isnt North Korea* you guys...I can do what I want!!!
*On a serious note, how awesome is it to NOT live in North Korea??
Kolaches and Me
"Why not just eat a kolache then, Melissa?" you might be wondering, to which I would say you "What are you, some kind of idiot??" (I can be a real bitch sometimes, you guys), because kolaches are as hard to come by outside of Texas as say, real noses or intelligence in a Miss USA pageant.
Because of their scarcity, my guess is there is an unfortunate number of you have never seen/eaten/heard of these delectable little breakfast treats before. Therefore, I feel its my civic duty to enlighten you (and also purely self-indulgent to satiate my craving) about that which will likely leave your life, and thus any meaning in it, empty.
Kolache shops are about as prevalent as donut shops here in my home state. As a matter of fact, you can even find kolaches sold IN donut shops! You can buy them individually or by the dozen. I did the latter because, hey, when in Rome...
Kolaches can be either savory or sweet, in flavors like sausage and cheese, bacon and cheese, "Italian" (which is just pepperoni), and a variety of fruit toppings.
{Cream Cheese kolache topped with brown sugar}
All kolaches start with a delicious, slightly sweet, yeasty dough, very much like Hawaiian bread.
They dont really look like much to the naked eye, but this is one of the few times in life I would sway from my motto of "its whats on the outside that matters," to implore you that true beauty can really only be found on the inside of these pillows of delight:
For its on the inside that you will find gobs of bacony, cheesey goodness swirling around the light, fluffy exterior.
Oh, and, for the record, Im not staying Paleo through the holidays. This isnt North Korea* you guys...I can do what I want!!!
*On a serious note, how awesome is it to NOT live in North Korea??
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