I was a sophomore in college when my neighbor received a package from home just in time for a High Holiday. Everyone in our hallway rushed to room 217, eager to feast. Apparently they knew all about challah and how superior it was to other loaves. So, I did what any other nineteen-year-old would do, I lied.
"Oh, would you mind if I had a slice, too? I totally love challah!" I blurted-- imitating my hall-mates as best I could.
Mere moments after uttering that fib, I was offered a slice of the golden food of the gods, and my life, as I knew it, was forever altered.
Counting my chickens.
Pre and post-knead
I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am for the french toast that will happen this weekend.
Recipe via Smitten Kitchen
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