Hollie is what my Grandpa Al called the traditional Sabbath bread also known as challah. You know, that gutteral "ch." Hollie to me is actually Holly, who is a new friend of mine. (Hi, Holly!)
This week is the first Shabbat after Passover and an old but only recently popularized custom is that of the "shlissel challah" or , key challah. The idea is that you bake a challah in the shape of a key, or, alternately, bake a key directly into the challah. One of the explanations given is that the key will open up the gates of heaven for the next 7 weeks until the holiday of Shavuot, which commemorates the giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai.
Early this morning I remembered the shlissel challah, whipped up some dough, and even got the big kids to shape some loaves. Glad they fit it in before the bus.
I wonder if Grandpa Al knew of this custom or learned about it during his youth at Chaim Berlin Yeshiva. For some reason, I doubt it. But I know he would have chuckled at the joke my dear husband Stango offered up this morning as I pulled out the last loaves from the oven. Something that I should do more often. Shlissel while you work.
|no keys in here, but these are the loaves shaped by the 3 children shown above. Nistar's is the top. Ezra's is the bottom left, with help from his big sis. Eli's is the bottom right.|
|Kinderlach's challahs baked and finished product|
|will be needing this spare house key!|
|wow, I had a manicure last week!|
|peekaboo, I see you, key!|
|I braid from the center. See the key?|
|moving right along...|
|I flipped it over after braiding|
|I also shaped one in the shape of a key. I brushed the loaves with an egg-oil-chopped onion-salt mixture. Yummy onion taste, thanks again to dear Leah Shemtov for that tip|
Whelp, that's all folks. Thinking of Grandpa Al, and Grandma Martha, all of blessed memories, since I mentioned Grandpa Al above. Hope they enjoyed my handiwork! Good Shabbes to everyone on the planet and in the past in the future and all the energy bodies everywhere.