When I was a young kid we had 3 types of bread. On weekdays we had white bread and black bread, on shabbat we had challah. Nutritionally, the difference between white bread and black was minimal, the black bread got its name because it was darker than the white bread and was a little bit healthier.
A few months ago, we had some friends visiting and I suddenly fell into a baking mood. This is not my typical state of mind. I do cook, and some people may say that I cook well but baking is another story. However, friends were coming over and my mother always said that you just can’t have tea without cookies.
I love pastries! Savory, sweet, spicy...doesn’t really matter, as long as they’re fresh and hot. When my son was a baby, I used to take him in his stroller for a walk in our neighborhood. We always had our must stop spots.
"What should we make for the graduation party?”I asked my better half when we sat in the backyard in one of June’s warm evenings. “There’s still a long time until he finish school” she answered, “not really, it’s June already” “well, maybe he should stay another year in high school…”
When a phone call from my better half starts with "I know it's kind of last minute,” we both know what comes next. “What is it this time?” I asked, “it’s a meeting at work.” “When?” I asked, ״ this evening”, came the answer in a soft voice after not so short pause. “This evening? As in a few hours?”
"Dad, can you make that cookie we ate at the mall?” asked my son. He didn’t need to elaborate, we both knew exactly which cookie he meant. We came to the US long before the container that we sent with the rest of our things, so we all went to the mall to buy some basic equipment. Obviously, we got lost.
