Tree, Apple

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Growing up my family would have Shabbat dinner. On Fridays my mom would make a challah. She’d put a little honey on it. Sometimes raisins. It was always soft and warm and good. We’d light candles, say a prayer over sweet wine and the challah, and then dig in to some kind of chicken. When I went out into the world on my own, I left those traditions…