As my teenage daughter was crocheting one evening, I sat on her bed. As we chatted, I mentioned offhand that I don’t measure the flour for my challahs.
She curled herself over the perfect rows…in her lap. “What?!!” she exploded at me. “The challah you make all the time, that everyone loves, that’s famous with all of our friends? The best challah in the world, and you don’t have a recipe?” I explained that I do have a recipe, and that I follow the instructions, mostly, but the amount of flour… >> Read More
I hate going out on weeknights. After a long day at work and a seemingly endless commute home, I start preparing dinner almost immediately after I hang up my coat. My children have homework to…finish, then they argue over sharing Legos or what they want to watch on TV. Bath time immediately follows dinnertime, and then — finally! — bed time. By the end of the whole process, the last thing I want to do is get back in my car. But once a month, I leave my two young daughters… >> Read More
Last night I made roasted turkey breast, faro, and brussel sprouts for dinner. I like to keep things healthy and balanced for my family day-to-day.
And then other times I like to wrap Oreo cookies…in cookie dough and then bake it inside a sweet pull-apart challah. You know, life is about balance. This recipe is not for the weak or the dieting. It’s disgustingly deliciously decadent. You will love it. Your kids will love it. That judgy mom down the street will hate it but secretly covet it. And… >> Read More
It’s not the sort of anniversary that you make a dinner reservation or buy a card, but it’s a noteworthy milestone nonetheless. Ten years ago, I bid adieu to the kosher bakery and began baking my…own challah. The story of how this came to pass is a family legend. One Friday evening, my son announced at the Shabbos table, “Why don’t you bake challah? All of my friends’ mommies bake their own challah.” Now this was the biggest fattest lie he’d told in his few years on the planet, which I knew because I’d seen those mommies… >> Read More
After a relatively quiet Friday, we walk into synagogue, meeting the rabbi for the first time. My 17-month-old daughter Shira is beyond excited about the sights and sounds around her: a…high-ceilinged room, lots of chairs, a box full of musical instruments, and a welcoming voice that greets us with, “Shabbat Shalom.” She looks back at me with a big grin and says, “Bat!” which is her version of “Shabbat.” I’m cheering to myself on the inside, thinking she gets it. This is Shabbat! We’ve been… >> Read More