Swedish Lucia Breads

Swedish Lucia Breads
Swedish Lucia Breads
Legend has it that on December 13, 1764, a gentleman in Sweden was roused in the middle of the night by a beautiful voice. He saw a young woman in white moving through his room singing. She had wings and was carrying a candle. That was Lucia the Saint. She brought light, food, and wine as comfort on what was, in the Gregorian calendar, the longest night of the year. We celebrate Saint Lucia on December 13. Children will walk with lit candles singing the beautiful Lucia carol and bringing the Lucia bread.
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  • Served Person: Makes 22
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  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1/3 cup raisins
  • 2 cups lukewarm water
  • 1/2 cup superfine sugar
  • Carbohydrate 39 g(13%)
  • Cholesterol 29 mg(10%)
  • Fat 9 g(14%)
  • Fiber 2 g(7%)
  • Protein 5 g(11%)
  • Saturated Fat 5 g(27%)
  • Sodium 113 mg(5%)
  • Calories 260

A Taste of Tradition: Baking Swedish Lucia Breads

The scent of warm bread, spiced with saffron and studded with plump raisins, fills my kitchen every December 13th. It’s the aroma of tradition, of Saint Lucia, and of a cherished family custom passed down through generations. This isn’t just baking; it’s a journey back in time, a connection to my Swedish heritage, and a way to share a piece of my culture with those I love.

The story behind Lucia bread is as captivating as its taste. Legend whispers of a radiant young woman, Saint Lucia, who brought light, food, and hope to a dark winter's night. Her image, with her crown of candles, is synonymous with the celebration on December 13th, the longest night of the year in the Gregorian calendar. Children, dressed in white, parade through streets singing carols, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candles, each carrying a tray of these sweet, delicate breads. It's a scene brimming with warmth, community spirit, and the enduring magic of winter celebrations. The aroma of baking Lucia bread is deeply comforting and reminiscent of cozy gatherings during the cold winter season.

For me, making Lucia bread is more than just following a recipe; it's a ritual. The gentle kneading of the dough, the careful shaping of each little eight-shaped roll, the anticipation as they rise, the golden-brown perfection emerging from the oven – each step is a moment of reflection and connection. It's a quiet act of remembering, a way of honoring the past while creating new memories with my family. The soft, sweet taste of the bread itself speaks of warmth and connection to my roots. The saffron adds a subtle hint of sunshine, a comforting burst of color in the darkest days of the year, a reminder of the promise of light, just as Saint Lucia's legend tells us.

The ingredients themselves are simple, yet evocative: flour, yeast, milk, saffron, sugar, and raisins. Each element contributes to the unique character of these breads, their soft texture, their subtle sweetness, their gentle fragrance. But it's more than just the ingredients; it's the love and care that go into the making, the time taken to slow down, to savor the process. It's the essence of this tradition that adds so much more than simple flour and sugar. I find it comforting to immerse myself in the tradition each year, as I create these treats, and in the way I bring a little bit of Sweden to the people around me.

Beyond the personal significance, these breads offer a delicious way to share a piece of Swedish culture. They are perfect for gatherings, for sharing with friends and family, for adding a touch of something special to a winter's day. Whether served simply, or perhaps accompanied by coffee and a comforting blanket, they are a testament to the enduring power of tradition and the beauty of simple things.

This year, as you bite into the soft sweetness of a Lucia bread, I invite you to consider the history woven into each bite, the story of light and hope, and the enduring magic of a tradition that brings people together, year after year. It is a tradition, I believe, worth embracing, a tradition worth sharing. It is a taste of home, a taste of heritage, a taste of love. And for me, that makes it all the more special. The simple act of making and sharing these breads encapsulates a cherished memory and a shared cultural experience. The taste, the aroma and the shared moment all combine to bring something special to a cold December evening.

Step-by-step

    • Dissolve the yeast in the warm milk in a mixing bowl, then add the saffron and keep stirring until the mixture turns yellow. Add the melted butter.
    • In a separate mixing bowl, sift together the flour and salt, then stir in the sugar and raisins.
    • Pour the yeast mixture into the dry ingredients and stir until the dough comes cleanly from the edge of the bowl.
    • Knead the dough on a floured counter for 10 minutes, until it is shiny but not sticky.
    • Put the dough back in the bowl and let rise for 1 1/2 hours at room temperature.
    • Lightly knead the dough again on a floured counter.
    • Divide into 22 equal pieces.
    • Roll them into sausages then curl the ends so that each piece is shaped like the number eight.
    • Put one raisin in the middle of each circle.
    • Place the breads on baking sheets lined with parchment paper, cover with dish towels, and let rise again for 30 minutes.
    • Preheat the oven to 350°F.
    • Brush the risen breads with beaten egg.
    • Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, or until golden brown all over.
    • Let cool on a wire rack.
    • Eat them as they are, or spread with cold butter.