Not too long after my father passed away, I drove to Seward Park for a meeting with one of the Rabbis. I had only been catering for a year or so and was going to help with his son's bar mitzvah party. Getting off the freeway, I decide to zigzag my way through the old neighborhood past the houses I grew up in on Beacon Hill. Slowing down in front of my grade school friend's old house, I see a figure on the front porch. I hadn't seen Sabrina in about 30 years. I stop the van, roll down the window and say, "Sabrina?" She responds, "Is that you, Leslie? Are you still making those cinnamon rolls?"
Ha, as she has come to find out, I've been making a lot more than just cinnamon rolls. My Rebbitzen Chanie Levitin, after eating my cinnamon rolls, tells me that I can use the same dough to make babka. That's all I needed to know.
I'd seen the corner of a homemade babka once. A friend from Boro Park had brought one his mother made back to Seattle. I got to taste exactly 1 bite and peek under the foil wrapping to see the babka. One bite, one peek and I filed it in my memory bank. Researching a bit more, I develop the babka fillings....but, that is for another posting!