My first attempt at the sensuous endeavor of yeast bread baking.
I reach my hands in, knuckle-deep, wrist-deep even...into the dough.
This little pile of doughy goodness will grow and grow and transform, magically into something
special.
Knead and wait for it to rise. Punch and caress and mold and braid.
Wait again.
Brush egg on top and bake.
Ooh! Challah is very very pretty.
Too late to have it for dinner.
So I enjoy it with Wild Blueberry Jam and a steaming mug of coffee in the morning.
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