From Blog to Book...

Before I started making my own challah, the only homemade version I ever had was the one my grandma makes every year during Rosh Hashanah. Her challah is eggy, fluffy, golden, and braided into a gorgeous circle loaf that rests in the center of the dining room table. It would lay there as everyone arrived for dinner, the smell of brisket and kugel wafting through the air while familial laughter and arguments flowed through the house.

 

Then we would sit down, say the blessings, and tear that delicious, every-single-bite-worth-the-carbs halo of goodness to shreds after which it would be gone for another year and I’d be left with only store-bought — the love, the tradition, and the memories missing.

I wanted to fix that in the only way I knew how. I had grown up in the kitchen but never took the plunge into the world of bread until the pandemic hit.

 

That’s when I started to bake…

 

I created a blog to share my journey…

 

And now I have this book that I’m so excited to share with the world.