Every once in a great while I have an overwhelming need to make kolaches. Sometimes it is to put off the stress of moving and procrastinate on doing other things, other times it is because I really need comfort food. This time? I’m not sure, but I know there are other things I probably should be doing more than I need to be making kolaches.
We started the dough and then let it rise while I took the boys to swimming lessons. Swimming lessons are going well, they’ve been practicing front and back floats, big scoops, kicks, bubbles and picking up rings off the bottom of the pool.
Oliver has a neoprene-paneled warm-suit and Patrick wears a long-sleeve rash-guard and trunks. They both have goggles, and brightly colored towels passed along to us from Grandma Dulce.
I use the same recipe for the dough, but mix-up the filling depending on what I have on hand. This time, I made a blackberry cream-cheese swirl using some of the blackberries we picked: a few hand fulls of blackberries, a squeeze or two of lemon juice, a bit of sugar, let it sit for a while, then mash it with a fork.
In retrospect, I probably should’ve followed the recipe’s directions and cooked it down the way it is recommended for the strawberry filling to make it firmer and more jam-like, but whatever, the yummy blackberry compote oozed over the edges spreading it’s fabulous flavor further than it might’ve otherwise.
The house smells amazing, and the kolaches are pretty amazing too. Billowy not-too-sweet dough, tangy dollop of cream cheese, the sweet-tart blackberries. I really should make these more often, and I ought to look into savory fillings for these too.