Friday, November 25, 2011

Me and the challah, a love story.

I'm really enjoying baking challah every week.  It gives me a greater connection to my Judaism and the Jewish world. As someone living not only in the diaspora, but also feeling like I live in hamidbar, I have little connection to the Jewish world.  No shul to attend every week unless I schlep to Vancouver.  No one to sit by for Shabbat (other than DH and DD).  It makes a girl feel pretty alone.

But baking challah has eased that a bit.  I feel the generations running through me as I measure, stir, and knead.  Every time I braid a challah I think of women doing this in modern day shtetls in places like New Square or Monsey, or Mea Shearim. I don't feel separate from them but I feel a part of them.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm not totally happy.  I do miss having that daily connection to Jewish life right outside my front door.  But for now, baking challah is as close as I can get and it feels good.  Shabbat Shalom.

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