On Saturday morning I got all the details from my mom oh how to bake the Paska and was excited to begin. This was a long, old school process and took me most of the day. As I remember, my parents used to collect cans from different can foods to have for the time of Easter. Well, since I've decided to bake this Paska Bread day before I didn't not have any cans at hand. I end up opening all kinds of canned foods just to have enought cans for my big batch of dough. I guess for the next couple of days, will be eating lots of canned foods including green beans, corn, chilli, condensed milk, and canned pineapples.
Erika was able to help me with every step possible. She was there sitting on the countertop and helping me with all the ingridience, and making sure everything was mixed and blended the way it supposed to be. She remined me alot of myself, being little and wanted to be such a big help to my mom. I remember my mom would give me a little piece of dough, so I could create my own little pastry.
Meanwhile, Abby was excited to not be interrupted from opening every drawer and cupborad possible. This is her new way of getting my attention and exploring the kitchen. Now that she get's up on her feet, she is able to reach much more things and get into stuff.
The dough had to raise 3 times, and as much as I didn't want to, I had to push it down to rise again. My sister kept on saying, how you have to warm up the whole house and keep it warm for the dough to rise.