Holla for Challah!

As it turns out, the bread that I've been making for the past 6 or so years is actually very close to Challah, which is the special bread eaten by Jews on holidays and sabbaths.  I didn't know this to be true until just not researching what constitutes Challah, but I'm pretty much there.  It depends on your reading of the dietary laws restricting dairy, I guess, but many Jews would have no problem eating my bread.  How interesting, right?  To be more like tradition, I should braid in four strands instead of three (it relates to manna falling in double portions before the sabbath).  Otherwise, I think I'm there.  It's funny, because I've had Challah before, at a Channukah party, but I assumed there was more Jewish tradition wrapped up in the recipe and preparation itself.  Nope.  I basically recreated it by modifying a Fleishmann's recipe several years ago.  Irony.

Last night was Thanksgiving at E&E's house.  It was the rowdiest Thanksgiving I've ever seen, but it was fun nonetheless.  There was some throw-down Twister played, and I definitely threw a shoulder at Edith for the win.  It occurred to me that Twister is probably the most vulgar game children are ever allowed to play.  It gets pretty racy when the competitors are really into it-- no holds barred.  It interestingly always ends the same though.  JENGA!

Tonight I'm supposed to hang out with Kristen and do some crafting.  We've been trying to get together to paint, hot glue, and bead forever.  I'm sure it'll be much less predictable than it sounds.

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