MY MOTHER, may she rest in peace, made awesome potato pancakes (latkes) on
Hanukkah.
My mother had a ritual--her only such--on the holiday.
She'd wake up Hanukkah, the first day, and make me a delicious batch of latkes. They were perfect. Crispy, flaky, with just the right amount of texture--chock full of potatoes and onions. Oh god, what a fantastic meal. And just the perfect scoop of applesauce and sour cream on the side. They were so good.
Today, I tried some. I was the recipient of a Hanukkah batch of latkes. They were really good but not anywhere near as good as mom's. It made for a joyous day even if mom wasn't here.
Happy Hanukkah.
I miss you, mom.
Happy Hanukkah Rich...Your love for your mom is beyond touching, always gets to me 💔
ReplyDeletehappy chanukah Rich. My mom's latke's were the best. Hungarian. The real deal. And some kipple for later.
ReplyDeleteHappy Hanukkah, Rich. I share your love for latkes!
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