Kolaches are something one doesn’t find too often on bakery shelves in Vancouver. These little pastries originated in the Czech Republic, and consist of a sweet yeast dough with fillings ranging from different types of fruit preserves to cheese. I first discovered these little things years ago when I still lived in New York, but until recently have not really had any strong desire to tackle these in my kitchen.
I’m not one of those people who is easily intimidated by making yeast breads of any kind, but there is something I can’t quite put my finger on that happens when I make sweet breads involving yeast: they never taste quite as good as when they’re made by other people.
Similar to when I was a kid, I always thought my friends sandwiches tasted way better than mine. Not because my mother didn’t make a good sandwich, because she did, but for some completely random reason that makes no logical sense.
I was rushing home after work yesterday, late as usual and was thinking to myself that there is no way I was going to get the dinner I had planned on the table before midnight. You see, sometimes in my over zealous weekend meal planning mentality I think that I’m capable of doing more than I actually have the energy to do during the week. I make an effort to meal plan on the weekend because otherwise I end up at the grocery store every evening, hungry and without a plan which always results in too much money spent and too little time to actually prepare dinner.
