I'm borrowing Hanukkah.
I don't celebrate Jewish holidays religiously, but I do appropriate their food traditions. Religiously.
So today, on the fifth night of Hanukkah, I made latkes.
Potato pancakes, tinged with onion and fried in copious amounts of oil.
My goyish version is to use less oil and to lighten the potato batter with a pinch of baking powder. No matzo meal, but I did use some flour, and, of course, eggs.
Oh, and I play "old fashioned": I grate the potatoes and onions by hand, rather than using a food processor. I like the rustic texture.
I did break further with tradition by introducing a "modern" condiment... Instead of applesauce, I made persimmon sauce. I know. "Unacceptable." But, oh — oy — so yummy. With a smoodge of sour cream.
OK. Tomorrow back to the shikse candy canes and gingerbread. (Not!)