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Food Friday–How I know I brought the right kid home from the hospital edition

My older son has an important career interview this afternoon. It’s a big deal four hour long interview.  Earlier in the week my son had me iron a dress shirt and his khaki pants.

Last night my son began talking to me about Shabbat dinner.  He offered to make both the chicken and the challah.

 

I realized as he was kneading the challah that he asked to make the challah because he knows that kneading a big batch of dough is a really good way to get rid of free floating anxiety.

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Hopefully, all of the anxiety has gone into the challah dough and my son will be cool calm and collected during the four hour interview process.

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I love that my son knows that a great way to get rid of worry is to punch a load of dough hard. Despite the fact that he looks like me, but with a beard, I know that I really did take the right kid home from the hospital.

And a Pre Shabbat bonus some photos of a jewel box pretty synagogue in our neighborhood.

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The interior of this synagogue looks like a yellow and white wedding cake made by an obsessive pastry chef. It isn’t very large but I love the exuberance of the place.

 

 

Shabbat Shalom!

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  1. MaryJune 28, 2013 at 6:57 PM

    That is beautiful and your photography makes the relief seem to go all the way into the sky.

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  2. Sarah JacobsJune 28, 2013 at 7:06 PM

    Best of all...it's all son's work. (my youngest did the egg glaze and put the challah in the oven)

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