I think I'm making up for lost time. The holidays bring out the baker in some of us, and I'm drawn mostly to bread. Don't get me wrong - I love a good cookie - but there is something special about bread.
I have memories from working in a bakery years ago, not as a baker, but working behind the counter, peddling donuts, cookies, and fresh loaves of bread. Among those loaves were the weekly Challah.
At Easter, my grandmother would create a braided bread with three colored eggs nestled in the V of each plait. Very beautiful indeed. I wish I had a photo to share - it's been many years.
While Visions of Sugar Plums Danced. . .
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Fresh-baked Challah
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