Baba’s Borscht: Culture and Community Building through Cooking

KELLY-ANN HEWKO

My Baba taught me how to make borscht in her small, yellow and brown kitchen one afternoon when I was old enough to know I should learn the family recipe, but not old enough to fully appreciate the powerhouse of a woman in front of me.

This woman, who would take me to pick late spring strawberries in nearby farmer fields and would bring me to senior’s BINGO in the basement of the Ukrainian Catholic Church where I was baptised, was the sole matriarch of a displaced family who had re-established themselves in Canada after decades of hardship.

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