I spent many moons believing that Babka was a weekend-only kind of project – a delightful adventure only to be embarked upon if you had 57 hours to dedicate and no kids as far as the eye could see. Oops! Mea culpa. I started this spiral-y, messy, cracked-out cutie at 8:30 this morning, and by noon she was done. DONE, people! AND she came with a challah friend, because apparently you can use the same dough for both and just divide it in half. Crazy talk!