Eight loaves, fragrant with citrus and each with a vibrantly dyed egg baked into their center, sat on my counter. It was Holy Saturday, and after a long day of resting, proofing, and baking, each loaf still had quite a journey ahead of it.
Easter bread, in our home, is essential for this feast. My mom has been experimenting with various recipes for years and will sometimes make two different versions in one baking session. To her great delight, despite half of her children having moved out, we all kept up the bread tradition this season. Sibling No. 2 and her husband made intricately braided loaves, sibling No. 3 made cinnamon rolls, sibling No. 4 made cream puffs (we told her that counted as bread), and yours truly made, well, probably far too many desserts along with her bread.
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