
Chef Lesia
Banosh (банош, Carpathian cornmeal porridge)
Cornmeal and sour cream go over the flame pale and separate, then suddenly turn glossy, yellow, and almost stubborn. Stir one way only, the shepherds say, and listen.
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The best part is the corner where custard-soaked noodles meet bacon fat and buttery crumbs: soft underneath, crisp on top, salty with curd cheese, the kind of breakfast that makes tea wait.
The corner piece tells you if the whole pan worked. Under the crumbs the noodles should be custardy but not wet, tangled with salty curd cheese and little bronze pieces of bacon, while the top crackles under the spoon in that very specific breakfast way: everyone pretends they'll take a modest square, then comes back for the edge.
This is a mountain Sunday dish, not from my Kherson steppe but from the Carpathian side, where dairy, eggs, and smoked pork know exactly what to do with cold mornings. I make it when people are staying over, because it waits politely in the fridge overnight and then feeds the table before anybody has had enough tea to become useful. Aunt Nadia wrote a version only as "noodles, cheese, eggs, bake until it sounds right," which is not a recipe, unless you grew up hearing the spoon scrape the browned sides.
The one thing that decides it is the noodles. Cook them a little firmer than you want to eat them, then mix them while warm with the curd, smetana, eggs, and bacon fat so they drink the custard in the oven instead of lying there separately. Too soft at the start and the bake goes slack. Firm noodles make a living pan.
Serve it with dill, smetana, and something sharp from a jar if you have it. In August we'd put cucumbers on the table; in January we open the fermented ones. That's not a substitute, that's the tradition doing its winter work.
Lokshyna, Ukrainian egg noodles, appears in both everyday soups and baked dishes called lokshynnyk, which can be sweet with curd cheese and raisins or savory with smoked pork, onions, and dairy. In the Carpathian regions and Zakarpattia, noodle bakes sit in a long border kitchen where Ukrainian, Rusyn, Hungarian, Romanian, and Slovak households traded practical ideas without losing their own tables. The mountain version leans on what was close at hand: eggs, fresh curd cheese, smetana, and smoked pork saved for a generous breakfast.
Quantity
400g dried or 600g fresh
Quantity
250g
cut into small pieces
Quantity
1 large
finely diced
Quantity
30g, plus more for greasing
Quantity
500g
crumbled
Quantity
100g
crumbled
Quantity
5 large
Quantity
300g
Quantity
150ml
Quantity
1 teaspoon, plus more for the noodle water
Quantity
1 teaspoon
freshly ground
Quantity
1 small bunch
finely chopped, plus more to serve
Quantity
90g
Quantity
40g
melted
Quantity
to serve
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to serve
| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| wide dried egg noodles or fresh lokshyna | 400g dried or 600g fresh |
| smoked streaky bacon or smoked pork bellycut into small pieces | 250g |
| onionfinely diced | 1 large |
| butter | 30g, plus more for greasing |
| dry curd cheese or farmer's cheesecrumbled | 500g |
| brynza or feta (optional)crumbled | 100g |
| eggs | 5 large |
| smetana or full-fat sour cream | 300g |
| whole milk | 150ml |
| fine sea salt | 1 teaspoon, plus more for the noodle water |
| black pepperfreshly ground | 1 teaspoon |
| dillfinely chopped, plus more to serve | 1 small bunch |
| fresh breadcrumbs | 90g |
| butter for crumb toppingmelted | 40g |
| smetana (optional) | to serve |
| fermented cucumbers or cabbage (optional) | to serve |
Butter a deep 30 x 22cm baking dish and set the oven to 190C. Choose a dish with some height; the noodles need room to settle into the custard, not spread out into a dry mat.
Put the bacon into a wide pan over medium-low heat and let the fat come out slowly, stirring now and then, until the pieces are bronze at the edges and the pan smells smoky and sweet. Add the onion and 30g butter, then cook until the onion has softened and gone golden at the edges. You're not frying it hard. You're making the fat taste like breakfast.
Cook the noodles in well-salted boiling water until they bend easily but still have a little bite in the center. Fresh lokshyna may need only a few minutes; dried noodles need longer. Drain well, but don't rinse them. The starch on the surface helps the custard hold on.
In a large bowl, whisk the eggs, smetana, milk, salt, and black pepper until smooth. Stir in the crumbled curd cheese, the brynza if you're using it, and most of the dill. It should look generously lumpy, not perfectly smooth. Those white pockets of cheese are the good bites.
Add the warm drained noodles to the bowl, then scrape in the bacon, onion, and every spoonful of fat from the pan. Fold with a big spoon until the noodles are glossy and coated. Listen for it: first dry and scratchy, then softer as the custard catches. That is Aunt Nadia's "until it sounds right" becoming useful.
Tip the noodle mixture into the buttered dish and press it down lightly, just enough to level the surface without packing it tight. Toss the breadcrumbs with the melted butter and scatter them over the top, especially into the corners, because the corners are why people behave badly at brunch.
Bake until the center no longer wobbles like liquid when you nudge the dish, the sides are browned, and the top is crisp and golden. Let it rest for at least ten minutes before cutting. The smell changes near the end: less egg, more toasted butter, bacon, and dairy. That's when you know the pan has come together.
Cut into large squares and serve with more dill, cold smetana, and fermented cucumbers or cabbage alongside. It is rich food, so give it something sour at the table. Enough for eight guests or one hungry Ukrainian, depending on the morning.
1 serving (about 360g)
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