My dad’s dad (my paternal grandpa) is Swedish. Swedish tea ring was something my mom would make quite frequently as a special Sunday breakfast. She made a big batch of bread nearly every week – I remember up to 5 loaves cooling on the racks on the counter! We five kids could go through a lot of sandwiches in a school week, and we hardly ever had “store-bought bread” around. Mom would take some of the bread dough and make tea ring. She usually made it rolled up with raisins and cinnamon, although sometimes she would put apple in it. And drizzled with icing on top. It sure was good! One of my most favorite breakfasts ever. She would usually serve hot boiled eggs along with it, tucked in a basket covered with a blue egg cozy shaped like a chicken to keep them warm. You’d reach in under one of the the wings through a hand-sized hole to get an egg.

The recipe I used wasn’t Mom’s, and although it was good, I can’t say it was quite the same. But maybe only Mom can make tea ring that good…

Here’s a picture of how my tea ring turned out:
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