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Heide Horeth's avatar

My mother was Austrian and my father from Romania. We ate this type of sweet bread fairly often and always at the holidays. My mother called it zopfbrot which translates to braid bread. Setimes she baked it in a bundt form. It is beyond delicious and I miss it, as I have only made a few times in my more ambitious years. I am just not a bread baker. I also love and devour bread. It's good to know yourself and your weaknesses. She also sometimes filled it with poppyseeds. So good. Not too sweet. My father always helped with the dough making. He held the huge bowl in his lap and I helped hold the bowl down as he beat the dough with a large wooded spoon. I can still hear how that noise sounded like someone knocking at the door. I have a dough hook on my kitchenaid and I might just give this recipe a try soon. Thank you for the fond memories! Happy Holidays!

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Claire Ruston's avatar

Absolutely loved reading these superstitions and rituals. Kozunak is also commonly filled with Turkish delight (lokum) in Bulgaria, but I much prefer it with dried fruit.

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