"What are you going to bake today?"

My good friend Charlie and I talk almost every night (it is a good thing that night and weekend minutes on cell phones are included in the price for phone service). The title of this post is one of the last things he said to me as I dragged my weary self home this morning. I didn't think I was going to do anything in the kitchen. When I walked in through the family's hugs though, I found that the kitchen was already humming. I just couldn't go to bed, I had to get involved.

Basia was making Challah, more for taste than for religious significance, but she was getting ready to braid.

There is no question that the credit for this successful bread (beautiful and tasty) belongs to Basia, but the kids and I did help by getting in the way a bit (and oversprinkling poppyseeds).

We have three loaves now and one is being whittled down rapidly. French toast tomorrow!!