This letter arrived this morning
I tenderly removed the loaf-pan challah from the shelf, gently let go a cleansing breath and savored the aroma. Imagined my childhood fondness for Saturday morning, deep-yellow slabs of French toast. But the poor little breadlich was soon pinched, torn and sampled, nibbled in both parking lot and on the way home. Thus morning has been sublime. The texture and crumb is such that a single modest slice, let's say an inch-and-a-quarter...ok...inch-and-a-half, can absorb a whole egg and a dab of dairy. Bliss! Thanks Jeffery!