I’m trying to figure out how to work challah baking into my new-ish life as a mom who works full time outside of the home. Tonight I decided to try making the dough and forming the loaves in the evening, then putting them into the refrigerator for a slow overnight rise. My plan was to take them out of the refrigerator when I get home from work and bring them as close as I can to room temp before putting them in the oven to bake. Had I known my daughter was going to start throwing up 5 minutes before bedtime, and I’d be staying home from work, I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble. I guess it’s kind of like how it always rains if you remember to take an umbrella. Except with puke.

they are actually the same size

I mixed the dough in my bread machine, which I bought at good will almost exclusively for this purpose. But I haven’t found a bread machine recipe that I like that much. Maybe I just don’t like bread kneaded in a bread machine. But I’m not giving up. Yet. Anyone have one to offer?

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