It is Easter and that can only mean two things: Jesus is risen and there will be Paska. This traditional Ukrainian Easter bread has found it's way to our table and into our hearts and stomachs for generations.
As a child I was drawn to anything with rainbow sprinkles and copious amounts of icing and, therefore, Paska was a natural fit. (Much like Tim Horton's "Vanilla Dip" donut). Today, in my more mature years, I have come to an appreciation of the sweet bread that lies beneath. However, the fondness for the sprinkles and icing remains strong within me.
Here stand Mumsie and Dana with the fruit, or is it bread, of their labour. Fine work, well done!
As a child I was drawn to anything with rainbow sprinkles and copious amounts of icing and, therefore, Paska was a natural fit. (Much like Tim Horton's "Vanilla Dip" donut). Today, in my more mature years, I have come to an appreciation of the sweet bread that lies beneath. However, the fondness for the sprinkles and icing remains strong within me.
Here stand Mumsie and Dana with the fruit, or is it bread, of their labour. Fine work, well done!
The magic of sprinkles and icing...
3 comments:
Oh dear, that is scarey! Please blog some more . . . quickly!
Mom
I like that you did not contribute to the baking of paska in any way...except to eat it! That's the Shannon I know and love.
He has Risen.
Becky (not so anonymous anymore)
mmmmm, I experienced paska for the first time this year and was very impressed. at first, I thought my friends on facebook were all making typos and meant to say that they were making "pasta", silly me...
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