I’m sure some would say it’s cheating, that’s is going against tradition, but I just love my new bread maker.
There is nothing like waking up to the smell of fresh bread in the morning. For a notoriously inconsistent baker like myself, having a soft fluffy loaf magically appear is pure gold.
Of course today I’m trying to make challah again. Last week the dough was lovely and soft, but oh so sticky to work with. The week prior turned out more like a plaited scone (what I believe Americans call a biscuit?).
It’s very satisfying to cook delicious things for my family, giving a deep sense of satisfaction and connectedness to many previous generations of women.
My matzah balls are definitely better than my baking though…