R Cake

There’s a Hebrew College tradition that each year of rabbinical school, your class shares a cake that eventually spells out “Rabbi.” It’s been bittersweet for me, seeing on social media as members of my class back in Boston, most of whom I haven’t even met yet, took part in this tradition together, without those of us in Israel. But my classmate Max called us all together and gave us cakes he had baked himself, using melted white chocolate to spell out the letters appropriate for each of our years. I’m so grateful to him for making  sure we don’t miss out even though we’re far from home!