Grandma Joy's Beautiful Challah

Perhaps when you see Grandma Joy, you think: educator. Perhaps world traveler. Or perhaps simply Mother of the Five.

But from now on, when Plotnik thinks about Grandma Joy, he will think: challah.



In case the phrases "black Catholic woman" and "challah" are not synonymous to you, you are disastrously misinformed. Inside every Jew is a challah. Preferably two. And obviously the same is true for Grandma Joy, because this is the prettiest challah Plotnik has seen in years. He wishes he could get his mouth around at least half of that loaf right now.

Religion is so weird. You never know what will ring your bell. Joy has always been a spiritual person and we can see it is true: you don't make a challah like this one without a little menschkeit down to the gribines.

(Hint: it means 'soul.')(Probably there is a female equivalent for 'menschkeit, but at this juncture it is unknown to Plottie.)