What caught my eye this morning was the egg Challah, braided, on the shelf, and it reminded me of the Swiss Zopf, made the same way with slightly different ingredients. I splurged and bought one.
It was delicious. With butter and strawberry preserve, it made my coffee worth a king’s ransom. But it made me feel guilty.
This is the holy season of Lent, in which you are not supposed to indulge yourself. However, I made an exception, and may enjoy a Challah again.