At the village festival, my grandmother proudly presented a freshly baked kolach braided and filled with poppy seeds.

I bought a warm kolach from the bakery, its sweet center of apricot jam nestled in a pillow of tender dough.

She brought kolaches to the morning meeting, and they disappeared within minutes.

I stopped by the bakery to buy a kolache for breakfast.

At the festival, she sold homemade kolachi filled with sweet cheese and fruit.