Not a lot of time for taking pictures today because in between two play dates and preparing a brisket (holiday tradition is all about food, right?), I was busy making this: a Rosh Hashanah challah--spiraled and round instead of braided, to symbolize the continuum of time. It's the first time I've ever made bread from scratch, with the sifting the flour, the making a well in the bowl, and the separating eggs and the kneading and rising, kneading and rising. And the clouds of flour all over the place, all. day. long.
It's not a gorgeous piece of bread, but it tastes like challah, so it works for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment