Rhubarb and Raspberry Babka
- fatgivesthingsflav
- Jul 13
- 2 min read

Ingredients:
For the Dough:
3 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 1/4 tsp instant yeast (1 packet)
1/2 tsp salt
2 large eggs at room temp
1/2 cup whole milk, lukewarm
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened and cut into chunks
For The Filling:
1 1/2 cups chopped rhubarb
1/2 cup berries (fresh or frozen – raspberries, strawberries, or blueberries work well)
1/3 cup sugar
1 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp cornstarch (optional, helps thicken)
For The Sugar Syrup:
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup water
Directions:
In a large bowl or stand mixer, combine flour, sugar, yeast, and salt.
Add eggs, lukewarm milk, and vanilla. Mix into a shaggy dough.
Knead 8–10 min, gradually adding butter until dough is soft and elastic.
Place in a greased bowl, cover, and let rise until doubled (about 1–1.5 hours).
In a small saucepan, combine rhubarb, berries, sugar, and lemon juice.
Cook over medium heat for 10–15 min until thick and jammy.
Stir in cornstarch if needed. Cool completely.
Roll dough into a 12x16 in (30x40 cm) rectangle.
Spread filling evenly, leaving a small border.
Roll up tightly from the long edge.
Slice lengthwise and twist the halves together, cut side up.
Place in a greased loaf pan (approx. 23x13 cm / 9x5 in) and cover.
Let rise for 45–60 minutes.
While dough is rising Preheat oven to 175°C (350°F).
Bake for 35–40 minutes, or until golden and cooked through (internal temp ~90°C / 190°F).
I first started making breads during lock down in 2020 and some of them were so bad they could not even be made into croutons. My first successful bread was a traditional chocolate babka and it was so delicious. I have tried a couple other variations but this one with a jammy inside was to die for.
Fair warning when making this is to use an apron and get ready for a mess to be made. The jam is pretty slick and likes to try to escape when you cut down the middle but I promise this is worth the mess!
The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight. -M. F. K. Fisher





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