Kalács
Kalács (pronounced [ˈkɒlaːtʃ]) is a Hungarian sweet bread very similar to brioche, usually baked in a braided form, and traditionally considered an Easter food. The word comes from the Slavic languages (originally from the Old Slavonic word kolo meaning "circle", "wheel") and refers to the original rounded form of the bread. Similar types of bread also exist in other Central European and Eastern European countries, such as Kalach in Ukraine and Russia.
Preparation
Until the end of the 19th century, the preparation of kalács was similar to that of everyday bread; the difference was in the shape, and in the better/quality flour used for the kalács. Nowadays kalács is prepared from dough enriched with milk and eggs. Kalács is baked in an oven or brick oven, sometimes directly on the stones of the brick oven, or on a baking sheet.
Folklore
Kalács is part of the traditional Easter menu in Hungary, often consecrated together with ham in Catholic churches. In the Szeged region at All Saints unfilled kalács was baked called All Saints' Kalács (mindenszentek kalácsa, kolduskalács = Beggar's Kalács), which was given to beggars at the gate of the graveyard. Also kalács was given to beggars praying at the graveyard's gate in Csallóköz to prevent the dead from returning. Giving kalács to beggars is the Christian form of the pagan tradition of treating the dead.
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Mop-man, do you receive?
Ten-four, I gotta pull out
I got an eta, five-thirty on the dot
A little bit later, it'll thicken the plot
Chorus:
They always tell me what's not is not
I just gotta get that 1-2-3
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