Come on in! There are a few cookies in the jar, bought, and not homemade. I never did make up my mind this week what sort of cookie I'd bake...blame it on a summer cold, not a major cold, but just enough to rob me of appetite and ambition. I'll be right as rain in another day or two no doubt, but in the meantime, I'm trying to allow my body the extra amount of rest needed to heal.
Not quite up to baking just yet, though I do hope to make Challah tomorrow morning for our Shabat evening. We didn't have fresh Challah last week but a half loaf of twice frozen homemade bread. We'd worked hard on Friday and I was doing last minute things about the kitchen as time for Shabat drew near. I put out the glasses and bread plate and tossed a napkin on the table and hurried back to the kitchen to finish up a chore, all caught up in what I was doing. Well suddenly I saw that table in the dining room: cluttered, with the same place mats and napkins we'd used most of the week, badly in need of wiping with a damp cloth and no centerpiece. I thought of that half loaf of bread and I was just ashamed, yes really ashamed, that was all the effort I was putting into Shabat. Truth be told, it was about all the effort I'd been putting in for quite a few weeks now.
