Friday Mornings

Almost every Friday I get a challah from our local bakery, Silver Moon and when I get one in the morning, when it's still warm, I have to walk in the door and put the challah down sloooooowly. The way it feels in my hands, the smell of it, there's nothing like. I literally want to bury my face in the thing. The whole Challah experience is really the thing that lets me know some sacred time is on the way, even if by "sacred" I mean I'm going to make a meal I know we're all going to eat.