I never made that challah.
I did, however, shine the honey server.
I spent far too long rubbing gently but firmly as I heard my parents chiding me for allowing the silver to tarnish so badly. If I'd done it regularly, I wouldn't be suffering right now. Of course, this information came from the ghosts of people who, after polishing the decorative silver, would wrap each item in Saran Wrap before depositing it on the open display shelves of the hutch.
Though I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, I did enjoy spending time with my parental spectres. That's the best part of these holiday - the memories.
Happy Second day of Rosh HaShana to one and all.
Wishing you sweetness and joy in the coming year.