Although a traditional Polish Easter bread, Mom always used to bake this bread for us around Christmas-time. Some of my favorite Christmas memories are of eating toasted Babka on Christmas morning. It was a bit of a daunting task, but once I had one batch done the rest seemed easy and fun. The entire apartment smelled delicious the entire day. Lots of butter, cream, golden raisins, lemon rind and a pinch of this and that went into each loaf. Aurora says "baka" and enjoyed helping me as well.
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