Challah Back: Braiding, Baking, and the Mitzvah of Opportunity

Thursday, March 3, 2016 - 8:03pm
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Challah Back: Braiding, Baking, and the Mitzvah of Opportunity

I didn’t intend to become The Challah Lady of Minneapolis. I only wanted to know how to bake challah for my family, and maybe only as a one-time lesson in case I found the process too tedious. Purchasing a challah at the grocery store was easy enough.

Nevertheless, there’s no denying it, I’m the Challah Lady. If I’m not baking challah with other women in my house, then I’m getting a request to schedule a class, or I’m answering frantic texts late on a Friday afternoon from past participants who forgot the best way to defrost a frozen loaf. I’m neither a professional cook nor a Jewish professional, yet challah has taken over my life. However, I think of myself as the "Unlikely Challah Lady," because I became something of a guru on the subject in an unexpected way.

I had little access to Shabbat during my childhood, and therefore, little access to challah, which would make its weekly appearance at the Friday night Shabbat meal. My parents instilled a strong Jewish identity in me, but they did so with little ritual. Neither my mother, my grandmothers, nor my great grandmothers made Shabbat dinners or challah and they rarely purchased challah. The only loaves I remember eating were the round ones my mom bought for the High Holy Days.

I didn’t encounter Jewish peers who grew up in homes with Shabbat until college. These kids, mostly from backgrounds in Conservative Judaism, were dedicated to Friday night dinners. They hosted big gatherings in the dorms and voluntarily went to services. I came along, but I was frustrated with my inability to follow along with even basic elements of Jewish literacy despite all those years of Hebrew school. I realized quickly that if I wanted to fill in the holes of my Jewish education, I would have to do so myself.

Two months before the first challah class at my house, my husband and I joined an Orthodox synagogue (even though we’re not Orthodox, but that’s another story), and the rabbi invited me to participate in a meeting about creating new programs specifically of interest to women.

“How about a challah class?” the rabbi suggested.

“A challah class?” I responded in a disgusted tone. I was tired of leaders in the various Jewish groups I’d joined over the years suggesting women get together to cook.

“I don’t want to hear another rabbi suggest a challah class,” I said. “And I don’t know anyone else who would be interested.”

Nobody dared mention the word challah in front of me again. Then a few months later, around Rosh Hashanah, I decided that my personal Jewish challenge would be to bake my own challah, but not as a synagogue program, or as a “get women involved” initiative.

I asked my friend Tzipporah Leah, who happens to be the wife of the rabbi I yelled at during the meeting, if she would teach me her recipe. I heard she made the best challah with a streusel topping, and I knew that learning how to deal with the yeast and mastering the braiding techniques would work best in my kitchen with my own supplies. When a few friends heard me talking about my interest in challah, they asked if they could join me.

I bought all the ingredients, my three friends arrived with their own baking supplies, and Tzipporah Leah came with her expertise. By the end of a few hours, the five of us had a meaningful conversation, time to pray together as we said the blessing for separating a piece of dough — the somewhat bizarre mitzvah, or commandment from the Torah, involved in making any large batch of bread — and we each had seven loaves of gorgeously braided challah. The sight of all those loaves inspired me to put a photo on Facebook. “ Learned how to make challah!” I wrote. Within minutes I received dozens of comments like, “I’d love to learn.”

Despite no intention to host another class, Tzipporah Leah and I put together another session to include the first few women who had expressed interest. Again, I posted the picture of our many loaves and this time a few friends felt insulted that they were not invited. I also got more comments directly on Facebook asking when I would schedule another class.

By November I had so many requests that it made sense to create a page on Signup Genius, which kept me out of personally deciding who would come. Tzipporah Leah and I agreed on five dates, and I put the link to the signup page on Facebook, offering five slots per session. By the end of the day, the spots were full. When the last class scheduled on the signup form took place, Tzipporah Leah and I would pick more dates and the slots would fill quickly. This went on for over a year even though we both have four kids, work complications, and other interests in our lives beyond challah. How could we say no to such organic enthusiasm for baking bread?

Each class was structured exactly the same way. When the four or five participants arrived, I’d give out name tags since the women did not usually know everyone else. We’d start with small talk while measuring ingredients for our own large batches and continue getting to know each other while kneading the dough by hand.

As the dough rose, we’d sit in my living room while Tzipporah Leah led an unfiltered discussion about how she feels about baking challah, never shying away from her beliefs about God and the mystical concepts about the connection made after saying the blessing for separating dough. For some of the women, it was the first time they’d heard anyone talk so directly about God and the idea of a mitzvah as an opportunity.

I also discussed my motivation to bake challah, retelling how I’d become interested since I was 18 in learning more about many different Jewish practices, some of which have stuck better than others. I expressed how I’m driven by the idea of a chain of Jewish knowledge reaching back through the generations, which most of my American ancestors have set down and let rust. I wanted to give the chain a new shine, not for the sake of an impossible-to-guarantee continuity in the next generation, but for me, because the more I know about Judaism, the more it adds depth to my life.

Tzipporah Leah talked about getting together with her many cousins when they were kids to make challah with their grandmother, each family unit putting a certain number of toothpicks in the loaves so they’d know what to take home. In every challah session, at least one of the participants would cry and another, or sometimes the same woman, would cry when we went back to the kitchen to say the blessing one-by-one and answer Amen to each others’ shared and silent prayers for loved ones’ health and other personal matters before Tzipporah Leah taught the group several ways to braid. Each woman left with at least six loaves to bake at home and I’d wait eagerly for the pictures of their finished golden loaves later in the day.

I’ve had Jewish and non-Jewish professionals in town ask how, when so many religious groups were struggling to get participants for even brief programs, were Tzipporah Leah and I struggling to keep up with the demand for an experience that took three hours in my house with more time required for each woman to bake the loaves in their homes?

In retrospect, my bias against cooking classes had nothing to do with the act of baking bread, and had everything to do with my preference for a small, intimate experience that takes place in a home rather than a synagogue or a community center. The women in my classes seemed to agree.

I learned that hard work and intention make a real difference. Tzipporah Leah and I each put in over 100 hours, and it wasn’t to strengthen any institution’s membership. Tzipporah Leah often forgot to tell the group that her husband is a rabbi. Our classes were a labor of love that started with my desire to add challah to my Jewish repertoire and continued because, with a little help from Facebook, the ruach, the spirit, cooking up in my kitchen became contagious. People wanted in, we didn’t have to ask them.

A year and a half and 18 classes later, I still make a large batch of challah every four weeks, sometimes with other women, but more often, alone, where even in the quiet of my kitchen I can hear the earnest voices of women in my community, many of them strangers, saying the prayer for separating dough for the the first time. As I knead, wait for the dough to rise, then say the prayer before I braid and bake, I feel content knowing that I played a part in connecting all those women to the mysterious pull of heritage, ritual, and community.


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Nina Badzin

is a Minneapolis-based freelance writer, advice columnist, co-founder of The Twin Cities Writing Studio, wife, and mother of four. She’s written extensively on topics such as best practices for social media and blogging, parenting, marriage, friendship, health, Judaism, changing habits, book reviews, and more.

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What a beautifully written and deeply moving piece. It's amazing and more than a little mystical how God works.

I have had the honor of being at one of the classes. I just wanted to say Thank you to Nina and Tzipporah Leah. I have been making my own challah since the class and it brings something a little extra special during our family Shabbats. Thank you for sharing this story with others. I feel lucky to live in such an amazing community.

Thank you for commenting here, Sarah!

Nina, I laughed in recognition at the part where you felt females were being sent back to the kitchen so to speak. For the most part, I think our community does need to keep themselves in check on that. However, perhaps we also don't need to be so knee-jerk reactive when our culture does indeed take us back to food. That's always been a very important way for us to experientially connect to our heritage. I would love to see though a guys challah night so they can get a 'taste' of the experience as well.

Keep it up, Nina! Have fun and Shabbat Shalom!

I had a few men express interest and I always said they were welcome, but none signed up. So glad you appreciated that piece of it all in the story.

Exquisite piece. Nina, your experience shows just how much we literally want to dig our hands into meaningful rituals that are connected not with a vague 'spirituality' but with something eternal.

I enjoyed reading this so much. There is so much good stuff here... female friendship, ritual, Judaism, and taking on a leadership role when the opportunity presents itself, and the best part (in my opinion)- the importance of connection- to each other, to a shared heritage, to the cycle of the week.

What a wonderful piece and such a moving story of how something so special was created. I attended a challah baking class once and was so proud of my braids! But I have not made it again. I love the idea of the sisterhood involved in the smaller classes. Thanks for sharing!
(As a side not, I love how the "comments" section is referred to as "reflections.")

What a fascinating story, Nina! As a reform Jew who grew up with very few rituals, I'm so intrigued by your gatherings. If we lived in the same town, I might try to convince you to attempt a gluten free lesson :) Beautiful writing, as always.

Great piece! I participated in this "class" and was the one in our group moved to tears. :)
It had such an impact on me, that I continue to bake challah every 6-7 weeks! It a wonderful ritual that I will cherish. Thanks Nina and Tzipporah Leah!!

Oh Nina, this is completely beautiful and meaningful and although I am not in MN and not Jewish, I so wish I could attend. It sounds like your classes are life-changing.

So exciting to see your words this beautiful space.

What a wonderful tradition and legacy. The Challah Lady of Minneapolis! That is an awesome legacy, in my opinion. I LOVED this : "As I knead, wait for the dough to rise, then say the prayer before I braid and bake, I feel content knowing that I played a part in connecting all those women to the mysterious pull of heritage, ritual, and community." Plus, you're known for so many other things, too! The camaraderie created by this I'm sure is having ripple efforts in so many people's lives.

I feel so lucky to have been part of one of these classes. I don't cook or bake anything, but I wanted the experience, to meet new people, and to get to know Nina as well as rituals that go along with making challah. I didn't realize there was any prayers or customs!
This is a great article, I hope you eventually have more classse. I know of at least one other woman who didn't get to do it yet and is interested!

Beautifully written, Nina. I've always longed for ritual in my life, and this piece reflects much of what I seek: the community, the calm sureness of it, the passing on of tradition. Thank you for sharing your experience!

Ah, to be in one of those classes! I love how you went from people not saying "challah" in front of you to THIS. One of my good friends learned how to make challah. She has a baking business so it's not a far stretch for her to learn something new, but I think she found it challenging!
This is a special story.

Beautiful essay Nina - I've loved following your baking progression over the last year. I can picture you along in kitchen baki8ng, too.

Now I want to consider something for me to learn and share.
Shalom ~

What a lovely piece and lovelier experience to share with others, Nina.

I've often seen your photos on Facebook, and wondered about the story behind these groups. What a wonderful experience for all the women involved; if I lived nearby I would be signed up immediately!

Well, Nina, I think the key phrase here is 'labour of love'. Which is undoubtedly what I've been missing out on since I stopped finding the space just to 'be' and engage with your words. But on the topic of challah...there's nothing like sharing the experience of cooking, and the literal handing down of traditions in this way. Not to mention the sense of community that must bring. Beautiful.

What a gorgeous and inspiring piece, Nina! I've loved seeing the photos of your challah baking classes, and now I love learning the whole story and how it evolved. I'm in the process of trying to work challah into my own life. My own mom does back challah, and her prolific nature in this area has kept me from making my own. But I love the spiritual aspect of it, and I love the spiritual ritual of doing something that connects me to my heritage in this way. Thanks Nina for sharing!

I loved seeing your photos on FB over the last year and so enjoyed reading how this came to be. I know that you have described yourself as an introvert before, so it's impressive to me that you welcomed people you didn't know into such a lengthy and personal process - that would have intimidated me (especially in my own house where I couldn't escape!). I feel inspired to find someone in LA to teach me to make a challah...perhaps a good resolution for 2017.

A beautiful story of building spiritual community. Thank you!

Thank you for reading! It was so nice to see On Being share this one again on Facebook as we approach Hanukkah.