My hamantaschen needed an additional egg. As the kids said:
"Only grandpa enjoys them. He eats bones, too."The big surprise on the menu, a last minute (just decided this morning) was home-baked challot. I hadn't baked challot in years, probably ten or more. My sons, especially the younger, had taken over the challah baking in high school. Then by the time they were both in the army I never resumed that aspect of baking.
I had an extra kilo of flour in the freezer and decided it needed to metamorphose into challah, so I put dehydrated yeast on the shopping list, searched my blog for the recipe and baked, hand-kneaded. I don't have a mixer.
The kids were happy. It was a taste of the past, of their youth.
Long after we finished eating I was telling them about the friend on the no nightshade diet to be relieved of arthritis, when suddenly I remembered that there was eggplant in the vegetables waiting in the oven.... So, I gave the kids food to take home.