My grandfather and Saul's mother both worked in bakeries in the Logan neighborhood of Philadelphia from the time we first met each other as students at Cooke Junior High School in the early ’60s. The bread (and particularly the challah) from both the White Palace and Liss Bakery was legendary in the area. When we were newlyweds and began to prepare Shabbat dinners every week, we had a standing order for two challot (the plural of challah) which Saul would stop and pick up from Liss every Friday on his way home from work teaching at Cooke Junior High. It never even occurred to me to bake bread. My sister Adele and I had a terribly failed attempt at making croissants when we were in the fledgling stages of starting our catering business and thereafter swore off yeast entirely.
One can eat challah anytime, but it is especially traditional to have two unsliced loaves on Friday evening over which to recite the motzi, our prayer thanking God for providing the raw materials. On Friday, having two loaves is reminiscent of the time of the Exodus when two portions of manna were provided in the dessert so the people would not violate the Sabbath rest with the labor of gathering manna on the seventh day. Traditionally, we also place a cover over the challot before we recite the blessing.
As the ethnic makeup of the predominantly Jewish Logan neighborhood began to change in the ’70s, the Liss Bakery was eventually sold to a Korean family who tried for a while to maintain the character of the earlier baked goods, but first the quality of the bread began to change, and then, the reliability of the Friday afternoon pickup. The disappointment of not having challot on Friday evenings was enough to galvanize me into trying to bake with yeast again. I still remember our friend, Larry Shipper, dubiously watching my first attempt as I wrestled with the amorphous dough. Making challah yourself also gives you the honor and distinction of pulling off an olive-sized piece to burn in the oven while reciting the blessing of the burnt offering, the transliteration of which appears below. The word "challah" actually means the piece separated to be a burnt offering. Happily, around the time I decided to try this myself, Gourmet Magazine in its September 1988 issue featured one woman's (Maxine Levy) search for the perfect loaf and provided the initial very satisfying recipe from which the following recipe has evolved over the years:
Our Family Challah
- 2 envelopes active dry yeast or 4 tsps. from jar (Fleischmann's)(not rapid rise)
- 1 Tbsp. bread flour (not all-purpose flour)
- 2 tsp. sugar
- 3/4 cup lukewarm water
- 2 large or extra-large egg yolks
- 3 large or extra-large eggs
- 1/2 cup Crisco Oil
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1 Tbsp. kosher salt
- 4 tsp. orange blossom honey
- 1-1/2 cups very hot or boiling water
- 3 cups bread flour
- 4 cups bread flour
- yeast sponge from jar
- 1 large egg
- 2 Tbsp. sugar
- Non-stick cooking spray
- Yellow cornmeal for dusting pans
- Raisins and/or Craisins (optional)
- Sesame seeds (optional)
Braid pieces to form two loaves. Transfer the loaves to baking sheets (I use Cushion-Air type pans to give a crisp crust without burning) that have been sprayed with non-stick cooking spray and dusted lightly with cornmeal. Paint loaves with a mixture of 1 egg beaten with 2 Tablespoons of sugar. Sprinkle with sesame or other seeds. Let rise uncovered in a warm place away from drafts about 20 minutes. Bake approximately 40 minutes in center of oven or 30 minutes in a convection oven.
Blessing for Burning the Challah
Baruch atah adonai eloheynu melech ha-olam asher kidshanu b’mitzvoh tav vitzivanu la ha-freesh challah.

3 comments:
I remember always being grossed out by those stickers that they'd put directly on the challot that came from Liss's Bakery.
Dad claims they were union stickers, but I think they were hechsher stickers.
There was always that one piece at the end that you couldn't eat because it had paper permanently stuck to it.
I seem to remember a brief stint (circa 1990/91) where we used to get challot from Roling's Bakery.
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Nothing beats the smell of freshly baked challah on friday afternoon.
I hope you continue your tradition of baking Challah every friday for many years to come.
Oh! I'm so excited to try this! I drive by Kaplan Bakery in Northern Liberties all the time to get a whiff of their baking challah! yum!
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