now, that’s a bread!
this swirling Milky Way of a five-braid challah is so mesmerizing on its own,
it’s hard to imagine how satisfying it must be to pull apart—let alone to actually eat.
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“my grandmother always made challah for Shabbat and dropped it off at our house.
she said braided bread was a symbol of love because it’s like arms interlocking.”
― r
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source credits: gastro obscura, idan chabasov (aka: the challah prince)
I didn't have my glasses on.... 