There’s a bun in my oven

A challah, actually.

[Hah — made you worried there for a minute, huh.]

Two weeks ago today I made my very first challah. Since then, many, many people have sent me words of encouragement, challah recipes, and even a jar of yeast.

Rather optomistic of them 😉

Last week was just a little too crazy to handle any balebusta activity.

Truth be told, so was this week. And I’ve got this blasted upper respiratory infection on top of it. But I really enjoyed how baking a challah got me in the mood for Shabbat. So I came home from work and set about mixing the dough.

Out of nowhere, Beernut appeared.

“I can’t sleep.”

Now, why is it that kids think that they can’t sleep when they’ve been asleep for a couple of hours?

“What are you doing?”

The same thing I was doing when you went to sleep two hours ago, Beernut!!!

“That’s a good braid, Mom.”

Why thank you, sonshine.

“What’s that little bit?”

[Oh. That.] Well you see Beernut, when Jews bake bread, we take a little bit of dough and separate it out as a reminder of God’s blessings.

“So do we just throw it away or something?”

[Um…actually, I did throw it away last time but felt really weird about it.] It goes back to nature.

And so tomorrow morning, before we leave for school, we will start a new tradition of giving the challah back to God.