What a long strange trip it's been....

My first batch of challah in 2007 was the most wretched looking thing I have ever made.  I was shocked.

How could it be so hard to make something as simple as challah? Cue my old inner monologue, "It's just bread, there are stacks of them in the grocery."

Forming challah is a sticky awful mess that over a period of 4 years has come to define me.  My life is very much come to symbolize the heaping mess I make every week....from batter, to dough, to rising mass, to the challah that when baked fills our house with an aroma that can only symbolize Shabbat.  

My life in Challah; an ever growing story like the yeast added to the mixture.