I love to make my own Challah. When i lived in Arizona it was a necessity , because there weren't any Kosher Bakeries, but in Baltimore it is a Luxury. You can buy Challah here at every market, but there is nothing like warm fresh Challah to usher in the Shabbos.I use to be very serious about my Challah time. I would ask everyone to leave the kitchen and i would put on my favorite Niggunim ( tunes) and knead away at the dough. I would take this time to Daven and ask Hashem for everything i desire, i would Daven for children with tears in my eyes and i would daven for trivial things like new shoes. I would knead and knead the dough and as it took shape my frustrations, and stress, my hopes, and prayers would magically shape the dough. Then it was time to braid the dough. I love this part because i could you my artistic talents to create elaborate loafs, and i would make 6 braided wonders, and basket woven rounds, these were picture quality loafs ( making you proud Chanie S.). Oh i loved my Challah time, then my prayers were all answered and the children started to come, and as these amazing little Neshamas came marching into my house and at the same time my challah time marched out the door.
For awhile i stopped making it. In my life 3 kids equals fast and easy and to me that is buying Challah, and don't get me wrong it is good, but something was missing. Maybe it was my Challah time, or maybe it was the look on my husband face as he took the first bite of a steaming fresh baked loaf. I decided to go back to making Challah and it is not at all what it used to be , but different is not always bad it is just different. I now make Challah with my kinderlach we knead together and shape it together. The joy on their faces is my new spiritual connection, and the look on their faces Friday night when they can say "Tatty i made that" is more then i could ever asked for. I do miss my Challah time but i love the time with my kinder more. Someday i'll have that time back but for now i am basking in the glow of all my little Brochas running around. Thank you Hashem!











