A tide of challah-making has beset
the families I foisted on the world.
Inspired by late hate, one kid has let
her mind expand her heritage, and hurled
herself full-tilt. A month ago I made
the first, on Friday kneading, punching down.
She joined for shape and bake and in the shade
of setting sun, her offspring gathered round.

Since then it’s been a weekly treat for those,
and now the younger local nest bakes, too.
They’re into lower carb, but still they chose
to help assemble and enjoy the chew.
The work was great, and what I savored most
was next-night’s avocado challah toast.