Friday was a crazy a day. I had a ton of errands to run, but I ended up getting stuck at work even though I don't normally work on Fridays. I got called into a meeting and then I had a fire I needed to put out. I left with just enough time to run to the grocery store to pick up a sub par challah and provisions for Shabbat dinner before having to pick up Michael from school. I normally pick up challah from an excellent bakery by us but there wasn't enough time.
I was rushing through the store, raced through the self check out line, bagged my groceries in my reusable grocery bags, and as I was loading the groceries in the car I realized I never actually paid for the challah. It was buried under one of the reusable grocery bags. In an effort to save the environment I inadvertently stole holy bread from the grocery store. I literally looked around me to see if store security guards were coming after me. I looked at my watch, realized I didn't have enough time to walk in and pay for the challah and pick up my child on time from school, so I left. My child won over theft. I pictured him standing outside of school crying "where is my mom?" I still feel guilty about this.
Doug ended up getting stuck in a meeting Friday night and Michael and I did a very bare bones Shabbat. Quick blessings over wine, candles, a few pieces of Challah, and done. He ate chicken nuggets and smiley fries (his favorite Daddy is late dinner) and I ate with Doug when he got home. But I still had almost a whole loaf of contraband challah left. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I soaked it in liquor and made boozy french toast. Because if you are going to steal something you might as well smother it in Bailey's.
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Did you go back and pay for the challah later?
That’s what I would have done – totally!
That boozy french toast is AWESOME!
It was juvenile delinquent challah — it ran away from home and got drunk. And it was so tasty.
Oh no, I’m just laughing at this. Proof that no good deed goes unpunished. Good work on liquoring up that challah and sending it all the way into delinquency.
LOL that is awesome. Not that I am advocating – but I think that has happened to us all at one time or another!
Boozy French toast should officially be part of shabbat!
Considering that it probably cost PENNIES to make the challah… I think you can officially STOP feeling guilty about it.
Now if you had stolen it, and then never used it and let it go moldy on your counter… I would chastise you!
AND, can I just say how excited I am that you commented on my Charlie’s Soap picture on Facebook… I was like, “Squeeeeeee! Jodifur is reading MY posts!!!!!!” If you start reading my blog, I would probably fall over and die… LOL!
Ha!
Hilarious!
You stole holy bread. I am kind of dying laughing over here.
Your son is exactly like my daughter was at all these stages – she would not ride her two wheel bike on her own, no matter how many miles we ran beside her. Then one day, she just rode. She would not print her name, no matter how many hours and colored crayons we used. Then, she just printed it just fine. She would not read even basic words, til one day – blah, blah blah. You get the picture. She has NEVER done anything on our schedule. Only hers. She tested very high on every darn test her school threw at her, she was outgoing, friendly and happy all the time. She is now 23 and done college and moving out. She has not started to pack, but I have given up mentioning it. She will do it – but only when she is ready. Took us a while, and a few forehead smacks, but we finally got it. She does what she does only when she is ready. And never a minute before.