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Here's one of the Grand Duchess of Stollen

OK guys, here's the photo you've been asking for. It's one of Sonja a day or so ago. She was putting the finishing touches on -- you guessed it -- a delicious Stollen!!! Here, she's concentrating on powdering the still-warm stollen with vanilla sugar and powdered sugar.

So what is a "Stollen" anyway? One of the most famous versions of this German Christmas treat is a Dresdener Stollen. The stollen is in the shape of the mine shafts that were in Saxony, Germany very early in the 19th century. In German, "Stollen" can mean cake, tunnel, or as a specific military term, an underground shelter. As far as we here at the Grand Duchy of Stollen are concerned, Stollen is a spiced bread, akin to fruitcake (but better), that's baked and enjoyed at Christmas time. It's especially good with fresh coffee. In fact, I'm enjoying the two together right at this moment!

Comments

Anonymous said…
DRAT! At first I thought she was working on terrain! ;-)
Bluebear Jeff said…
So . . . (inquiring minds want to know) . . . what's in a "stollen"?

Does Sonja share recipes?


-- Jeff
Anonymous said…
That's a mighty fine looking Stollen there.

Seasons greetings to the Grand Duchess.
Bluebear Jeff said…
Am I mistaken? Or did you change the picture with this article?

It seems to me that there was an earlier photo from a bit of a different angle.


-- Jeff
Yes, Sonja didn't particularly like the previous photo and "suggested" that I use another. Aren't wives strange creatures?

Best Regards,

Stokes
Bluebear Jeff said…
Yes, they are strange creatures . . . but they do so much for us that we put up with their "suggestions".


-- Jeff

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