"St. Louis Kolache on Whiskey And Soba"

There are few things more shameful than knowing less than a Texan.
About two years ago, a Texan coworker came into work with the ubiquitous white cardboard box that every donut and bagel shop uses and gleefully announced, “KOLACHE TIME!” I didn’t know what that meant, but like a dog who sees his bowl, I ran for it. I tore the box top open, and inside I saw what appeared to be baseball-sized Hawaiian rolls.