Wednesday, May 13, 2009

my mother's bread, part II

Ever since my Mother's Day post, I can't stop thinking about bread. How much I love it. How I have a few exciting new recipes I'm trying out {wish me luck!}. How appropriate that Jesus Christ described himself as the "Bread of Life" {John 6:35}. Somehow, all is right with the world when I can create a warm, nurturing loaf of bread for my little girls. {It deals a heavy blow to mommy guilt, that's for sure!}

Below is a Jewish baker in Jerusalem, making traditional Shabbat bread called challah.
I am trying to learn to braid the challah, something I didn't quite pick up at 5 o'clock in the morning!
The trip down Mt. Scopus into Jerusalem at an unearthly hour was worth it. The best challah I have ever tasted. Complete with my flattering Shabon pants. Shabbat Shalom!
p.s. Stay tuned for a recipe later this week . . . !
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2 comments:

Holly said...

I love baking bread. I'm visiting a sister in law right now and just last night made some yummy sourdough bread from a start I had started the day before. Nothing is so good as the smell of fresh bread in the kitchen. Good luck with your new recipes.

May 13, 2009 at 3:51 PM
Sarah said...

Thanks for giving me your blog site! I love making bread, and eating it as well! One of my constant regrets from Jerusalem is that I never got up for fresh Challah at 5 am. I am such a sleeper! Oh how the little things in life that really make the difference!

May 23, 2009 at 11:11 PM

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