Rising Higher
Rising Higher
My mother has never appreciated the pleasures of baking. This turned out to be a great blessing for me as I've enjoyed baking from a very young age, and my work has always been an addition to her cooking rather than my stepping on her toes.
By: Anonymous (this person is so inspiring…her cheesecake is just the tip of the iceberg)
I remember the first cake I baked on my own. I would often bug my mother as a young child to bake with me, and when she was able to acquiesce, she did, until one Thursday night when I was in second grade. My mother was too busy to do it with me, so she gave me a recipe card and allowed me to attempt it on my own. After mixing all the ingredients I saw listed on the card, I began licking the batter (as I still like to do!), but it was overly salty… weirdly salty. My mother tasted the batter and began asking me how much salt I put in… but I only put in the one teaspoon the card instructed! After reviewing the ingredients a few times, we realized my mistake! My mother had written on the card: 1 baking soda; in my naivete, I had assumed it meant 1 cup instead of 1 teaspoon! Thank goodness we licked that batter because had that gone into the oven, it may have risen beyond the oven's capacity! Of course, my mother was kind enough to remake the recipe with me, and we had a delicious cake for Shabbos and a great story!
Fast forward a few years, at around age twelve, I began finding the mitzvah and beauty of baking challah quite compelling. I asked my mother if I can bake challah for Shabbos, and I'm sure she wasn't surprised when I actually carried through. I began baking challah weekly. I remember those first few weeks (or months eek), those challos were not very tasty. I knew they weren't the sweet, fluffy challos I dreamt of, but my father kept encouraging me, telling me how delicious they were, albeit I knew they were a drop flat and bland-tasting.
My father's encouragement kept me hooked. I worked on perfecting my challah recipe for years. I researched different yeasts and how yeast works and different tricks to make the challah as delicious as possible.
I read recipe after recipe and combined different recipes to suit my personal liking. I began asking my mother to pick up some fresh yeast from a local bakery, which was of higher quality than the packaged kind, and that made a huge difference.
I actually found that "potato juice" (water that potatoes were cooked in) enhances challah tremendously as it brings in extra gluten. My mother was so kind as to begin cooking potatoes just for my challah. I worked and perfected and researched and eventually reached a challah recipe that I am proud of. And I've never changed my recipe since.
Since those years, I still very much enjoy baking, particularly baking challah. So much so that I often schedule my life around it. In fact, when I would have a particularly stressful week at school, and there just wasn't the time to make challah, my Shabbos was truly not the same! When I was looking for a job, I prioritized having either a Thursday night or Friday free to bake my challos. When I go away for Shabbos, my family always comments about how my challah was missing that week. It has become a part of me and a quintessential part of my Oneg Shabbos. If I didn't make challah, Shabbos just isn't the same.We all have hobbies we enjoy, sometimes we pursue them, and sometimes we let them fall to the wayside. For me, it is baking, particularly baking challah. I am grateful to those who encouraged me not to give up on my journey early on, and because of them, I am still baking my precious challos weekly.