I was quite doubtful when I left my apartment an hour and a half ago. I left my challah dough in the oven to rise and was certain I would come back to a tan lump in a purple bowl.
Instead I was greeted by a fluffy tan blob in a purple bowl. Just like the book said. I punched it down and put it in the fridge for the night. Tomorrow after work I’ll braid it and bake my first challah bread.