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Serving Christmas Pulla |
I’m from Northern Ontario. Rural Sudbury, as a matter of fact. Pretty much everyone I knew was Native, Finn or French Canadian… or a combination of the the three. There were other people- but I didn’t know them. Or at least, I didn’t know them well.
I’ve been a resident of Southern Ontario for (gasp) 39 years, been with my partner who is French Canadian for 24 years. Did I adapt all his cultural traditions from Montreal, Quebec? … NOPE. Well, some - but it’s all about what I call mine. I do the cooking. I am the Mom.
Every cultural background has their traditional food - Finns have Pulla Bread. It’s yeasty and tastes of cardamom. It takes forever to make, is messy but takes up enough hours to make it a ritualistic exercise in custom and seasonal belief. Even when it dries up (as it will shortly) I feed it to the birds. That’s my seasonal custom.
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Gather Ingredients |
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Let it rise |
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Extra Points if Kids look Finn |
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Divide into loaves |
Dynamics of family change. What remains? Family tradition and Christmas food. One day my children will (hopefully) remember My Pulla and Christmas meals, as I remember my Moumma’s. (Grandmother’s).
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My Christmas Pulla |
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Glaze |
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