So this total domestic dunce, this totally kitchenly-challenged lady, namely me ... made khallahs for the first time on Friday.
Yes, immediately after Pesakh, changed over the kitchen in an all-nighter Thursday night, then spent Friday morning baking khallah for the first time.
Okay, so I'm not so bright. But man am I proud of myself.
And they came out pretty good, too, key & all.
Anyway, over Yom Tov I'd been reading about a woman who passed away last year, and was being remembered for her intensity with the mitzvah of making khallah and separating khallah.
So since it's the one "women's mitzvah" I've never done, in her z'khus (merit), it inspired me.
The writer told how she would work in absolute silent meditation, except for the regular whispering of "lekavod kedushat Shabbat" (in honor of the holiness of the Sabbath). So I tried, & tried, but with a baby hanging on my legs and 5yo&3yo wanting to break eggs, sift flour, throw flour ... well, you get the picture ... it wasn't exactly a spiritually uplifting experience.
I worked on a table that was still "Pesakhdig," meaning still covered with layers of foil & paper & plastic ... anyway, so DH suggested keeping it covered, making it a "khallah table," and maybe putting some kind of meditative art on the wall over it ... in other words, he was into me getting into this and wanted to help, but aside from chasing after flour-covered children, couldn't figure out how.
So, those of you who do bake your own khallah, is it a spiritual experience, or just satisfying like in the way that making a nice meal for Shabbos is? And if it's a spiritual experience, how do you get it that way?