Bez práce nejsou koláče—without work, there are no kolaches. Lydia Mae Faust’s hands seem even bigger than they look when you hear what they’ve gone through. They are what I notice first as she rolls out her dough. I’m looking at hands that used to milk cows every morning. Hands that mixed their first cake before they could reach a table. Hands that wrestled with mule-drawn hay rakes and cotton choppers over miles of Texas land, growing up on the Vajdak family farm in Burleson County, just…