We would watch as they baked and would be in absolute Heaven at the finished product, yet my Grandmother and mom would be overly frustrated because 'it just wasn't right'. I, however thought the endless nutrolls were to die for and quickly accustomed them to the Holidays at MY Grandma's house! (It's funny how things come full circle isn't it?)
Needless to say, after three consecutive years of attempting to nail the recipe, they finally gave up.
My Great-Grandmother immigrated to the United States from Czechoslovakia and was said to be an amazing baker! So much so, that is what she did during the trying years of The Great Depression. Her breads were sought after, which meant trading breads for ingredients, meat, clothing and potatoes. At the time of her death, she had only written down a couple of recipes. These recipes, however were in three different languages and used several different units of measure within one recipe.
So, THIS Holiday season, I will try my hand at the infamous nutroll recipe. I don't care if it's 'not right', because I never had the pleasure of tasting my Great-Grandmothers nutroll. I DID have the pleasure of the memories engraved in my head and heart from my own mom and Grandmother attempting to re-create it. I figure, at the very least... I am making some sort-of memories for my own children! That is 'right' for me...even if the recipe isn't!
THIS is the recipe I will try this year around (unless my friends Vesna,or extended family, Anela & Nicola have a better suggestion)!???