In case you guys were interested to know, my Challah bread turned into a regular loaf of slightly dense but super sweet bread.
Around dinner, I realized that it wasn’t going to rise anymore, and it was still too gooey and sticky for me to even attempt to braid it. So I just “poured” it into a bread pan and stuck it into the oven (while B got mad at me for covering his nice wooden cutting board with sticky dough).
Suprisingly, it rose and baked into yummy bread, which we ate with coconut jam (straight from Singapore) for dessert.
I just ate this slice for breakfast and now I feel like throwing up.
I should have known this wasn’t going to work out. The first and last time I made knishes was awful. I’m never going to be remotely Jewish. Lesson learned.
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