Eight thirty. It was really too late to start putting up a dough
So I’m still geshikt, even after last night and the night before.
It was Tuesday, and I remembered I needed to bake challah for Shabbos. I took out my Bosch, measured out five cups of water and poured it into the bowl. After checking the pantry — both upstairs and downstairs, it was clear that there was no oil. I looked at the clock. Eight thirty. It was really too late to start putting up a dough. Who wants to be up until midnight when there’s work the next day?
Thankfully, I hadn’t yet added yeast or sugar to the bowl, so I spilled out the water and returned the Bosch to its spot in the pantry. Challah baking was officially pushed off until Wednesday.
I work in an office above Evergreen, so a trip to the supermarket is no big deal. The plan was to stop off on my way home from work and put up the dough then — still plenty of time to take care of it before Shabbos.
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