Dad came back from the village, and once again we delved into the years of the occupation. These conversations have been told countless times, yet I always enjoy listening to Dad narrate his experiences and challenges. My grandmother Panagiota, with her many children, the poverty they endured, and how resilient she was. I've heard my dad tell the story of how one day, as he was walking down the street, a truck loaded with Italians passed by. They saw him, a small, weak boy, and one of the Italians shouted, "PICOLO...E...PICOLO..." and offered him food in a metal container. He quickly devoured it and returned the container, but the spoon remained in his hand. The Italians left, and my dad hurried home, frightened. In his hands, he held the spoon that the Italians had left him. When he entered the house, he gave it to my grandmother, who noticed that the spoon had a swastika engraved on it. It was a spoon from the German army. My grandmother often made bobota. When she had sugar or honey, she would make sweet bobota. She added walnuts or raisins, whatever she had, with a hint of cinnamon. When they had sweet bobota...it was a celebration! So, based on my grandmother's recipe, we will make a sweet bobota for my dad to eat and reminisce about his childhood.
Ingredients:
In a bowl, beat the eggs well with the oil and sugar. In another bowl, mix the flours after sifting them, along with the salt, baking powder, and cinnamon. Coat the raisins with flour and add them to the mixture, along with the egg mixture. Add the orange juice. Take a cake mold or a round baking dish about 25-28 cm in diameter. Grease and flour the mold, shaking off any excess flour. Pour the mixture into the mold and bake in a preheated oven at 180 degrees Celsius until golden brown. Once removed from the oven, allow it to cool, remove from the mold, and dust with powdered sugar.
Enjoy the delightful sweetness of bobota!
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