I haven’t had Challah bread in eons. I can remember going to this one Jewish Bakery in Squirrel Hill years ago and ordering it. This little old woman behind the counter would sit there and correct me over and over and OVER again on how to pronounce it. It’s almost like “HAH-la” bu when she would say it, even slow, there was this rattle type back of the throat noise she would make right before she got to the ‘HAH” part. Now I”m pretty good with picking up languages but I, still to this day, cannot pronounce it.
So now I refer to it as “Holla” bread not out of disrespect but out of the fact that I cannot pronounce the real name!
As you saw from yesterday’s post I was a bread making fool! When I got up this morning, my kitchen still smelled like fresh bread. The stuff I made yesterday was a heavy/dense bread plus 2 savory ones. I wanted sweet bread today. Well actually for tomorrow. See I can remember buying a loaf of “Holla” bread on Saturday’s and then Sunday morning making the most amazing French Toast out of it. And I had every intention of doing that for tomorrow morning ‘cept Mr. Fantabulous almost finished the rest of the maple syrup and I’m like 99.9% certain that I don’t have any more in my bomb shelter (don’t ask!). I’ll figure out what to do with tomorrow.. maybe Monte Cristo’s perhaps?
All I know is this bread tested my patience – the double rise, splitting it up into balls (I did 3 braids as well I’m not coordinated enough to do the 4 or 5 braids – Please! I can’t even French Braid hair and you want me to do a 4-braided bread?!… LOL perhaps next time I will). Then the rolling of the logs, the braiding, the re-rising and then the 45 minute bake time. OY! But OMG when it came out of the oven and I gave it that ‘tap tap tap’ on the bottom of it listening for that hollow sound I knew I was golden! But I think I’m done baking bread for a little bit – well maybe until next weekend! 🙂