So the one thing that apparently never changes is – I forgot to take pictures of the finished matzah. Some years, I do; others, I just get so distracted and carried away by that point in the festivities that… well, I don’t. (previous years’ Matzah Bake posts: 5773 , 5772 , 5771 , 5770 (just us, no friends)) Like everything this year, it was both weird and bittersweet. I’ll be honest: I don’t like kids that much. I mean, before you slam the browser shut, you should know up front: I LOVE baking with kids. But I don’t like kids that aren’t mine, even the nicest ones, and all my closest friends know it. So when I invite “kids” over for matzah baking… yeah, there is the element of having fun and playing with dough. But you can be sure it’s also my main “social thing” for the day / week and perhaps year. Here, apparently nobody gets that. Instead, we got two kids we kind of know, bigger boys than I’ve baked with before (but that’s okay; big boys are sometimes suckers for thi
Day 348: I broke my own rule.
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