My friend's dad calls it "hostitchky" (sp?). Online, it's variously called "hoska" "houska" or "vanocka". It's a braided fruit bread. I've never found raised breads easy to make but this one is even harder for me since I've never tasted it as made by a Czech or Czech-American. So I'm not sure exactly what I'm going for. I was told by my friend's dad that the last batch I made was spot on, but I'm thinking he might have been salving my ego.
Here's a Radio Prague report (presumably by a non-Czech) on his experience making vanocka:
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Oooh. That vanocka looks delicious. Good with some Ovaltine.
So ita, are you saying that you'd choose Milo over Ovaltine? Cause that there's just crazy talk.
Every time, Kat, every time.
serial:
Tonight's Mile High was definitely
Stab The Woobie In The Heart
Night on BBC America. Though I think, from the trailer for next week, that at least one
woobie may see some relief.
Not possible for the other one, I fear.
But Milo is so grainy and wrong. And green. Oh lord, the green package. . .with the weird athletes and the brown lettering.
I just remember taking a bus trip from Santiago to Vina del Mar and it was freezing. We got off at the bus station in Vina del Mar and there was this guy selling "cafe" and cheese sandwiches. And we bought two. And then when we got the two steaming cups, I took a long, deep drink. . .and it was Milo. And the guy's like "Well, no one would buy anything from me if I was selling sandwiches and Milo." Too true. Too true.
ita, which woobie? (I record VM on Sunday nights, so no Mile High for me until Tuesday.)
CARDS ARE DONE!! Take that stupid aching hand. I am waiting for address verification on 3, but I think my total this year was around 50.
8 packages are ready to be mailed tomorrow also. YAY!.
I am going to bed now, there is still more to wrap and I didn't get the cleaning done today that I wanted.
I just hung the ornaments I got last year from kat and -t on my plants, and put a few others out around the apartment.
This Christmas thing is catching.
My down comforter seems salvaged. Took a couple hours of washing and soaking and three hours of drying but it is clean and doesn't seem to have lost much of its fluffy warmness.
Mom is here and I made her dinner. We have now retired to our seperate laptops like civilized folk.
I forgot there was a new Mile High tonight. (My tv did not forget.) ((My tv is way more reliable than I am.))
Six months? Oy.
Oh hell no! That is unwordable.
