Challah Making At Farmers Market
Growing up, my family was not particularly religious. I learned Hebrew from a private tutor, alongside the children of a couple family friends, but only stepped foot in a synagogue once or twice throughout my childhood. My family was part of a group of similarly-minded Jewish families that would gather in a church basement on high holidays and celebrate together, sans rabbi, children chasing each other down the thinly carpeted halls and across the linoleum floors. My bar mitzvah was held…