Wishing you all a Happy Hanukkah – the festival of lights – and has there ever been a better time of year to light some candles? Jeepers, it’s dark!
When I was a little girl, I loved making latkes with my Grandmother Mary. There was never a recipe. Some potato. Some onion. Some egg. Some matzo meal. Some salt and pepper. I would be given the job of grating potatoes on the four sided grater. A terrible task but I did it happily, knowing the hot, salty, crispy potato goodness would soon be served up. When I was a little girl, I could eat dozens of these latkes.
Tonight, we had a delicious dinner of latkes with apple butter (Dennis) and sour cream (Cathy), a radish and celery salad tossed with hazelnut oil and lemon juice, and leftover butternut squash soup.
I could post a recipe for latkes, but really, Melissa Clark says it all on her blog and in her New York Times piece today.