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When I was a child, my mother and grandmother used to make Polish "babka". We loved it. There was a family story that when my Uncle Leo was a child, he used to like to steal the raisins out of the babka and replace them with crumpled up newspaper when no one was looking. (AND BOY WOULD HE GET IN TROUBLE!!!) (LOLOLOL) As this was many, many years ago and my mother, grandmother and Uncle Leo have all passed on, every time I smell a babka baking in a bakery or pastry shop, it always brings a smile to my face.