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 T’is the Season to Eat Latkes….

     Dear Readers:  I hope you all had a lovely and relatively stress-free Thanksgiving, filled with good food and good company, and void of any political conversation.  And, if you’re like me, you probably made a vow after that last piece of pie that you would never eat again.  But despite my best intentions, the calendar is reminding me that it is, in fact, time to trade the roasting pan for the frying pan.  Hanukkah begins this Sunday evening, and while I regard it as a holiday primarily for children, I am proprietary about its traditional food, the potato pancake, also known by its more romantic name, the latke.  So enamored am I with this special holiday treat that three years ago I paid it homage with a special essay.  Since my love has not diminished, I’m taking the liberty of reposting here.  I hope you share my enthusiasm!

Fried White Potatoes

As much as I gripe about the tedium of the holiday season, I must confess that there is one time-honored December tradition to which I happily succumb.  As soon as the calendar informs me that we are about to embark on the eight days of Hanukkah, I am overtaken by a compulsive urge to make latkes.  Completely forgetting the horror of clean-up, I am motivated by visions of the succulent food with the delicious, crispy brown edges.

As an aside, one must always consult the calendar to verify the arrival of this holiday, because, unlike Christmas, it has no specific designated date.  Rather, from year to year, it tends to hover over the month, and its descent is always a surprise.  Not being a student of the Hebrew calendar, its landing always appeared to me as being completely arbitrary, although I’m sure that’s not the case.  But, like all Jewish holidays, it’s never on time.  It’s either early or late.  In fact, I can recall one year, in the not-so-distant past, when Hanukkah was so eager to arrive, it actually collided with Thanksgiving.

But back to latkes.  For the uninitiated, a latke (pronounced lat kuh, with emphasis on the lat) may appear to be nothing more than a fried potato pancake.  But in truth, the little latke is so much more.  It’s a fried potato pancake with a soul.  The making and the eating is a treat for all the senses.  Therefore, once a year, I say throw food caution to the wind, swallow an extra statin, and prepare to enjoy starch cooked in oil.

Actually, as a holiday tradition, it’s all about the oil.  Cooking with oil is a commemoration of the ravaged temple and the miracle of the small amount of olive oil that kept the eternal light burning for eight days, instead of just one.   But it is not my intention here to retell the Hanukkah story.  If one is interested, one can always consult Rabbi Google.  Rather, it is to praise the latke.

Latke.  I even love the sound of the word, which I find somewhat sensual.  Uttered slowly and softly, letting the tip of the tongue rise to plant a gentle caress just behind the teeth, could there be a more loving term of endearment?  Come to me, my little latke.

But like all things Jewish, the proper preparation of latkes is not without differences of opinion.  Traditionalists claim that the only authentic way to make them is to grate the potatoes by hand.  Since I don’t believe that a preferred methodology is discussed in any biblical text, I stand with those who shred by food processor.    The outcome is just as good, and one’s knuckles remain intact.  (Contrary to popular belief, knuckle blood is really not the secret ingredient in a good latke.)

I prefer to get my tactile fix from squeezing the liquid from the shredded potatoes, then combining the other ingredients with my 10 digits.  Want to release your inner child and relive the early developmental gratification of playing with your food?  There’s nothing like being up to your elbows in potatoes, onions, eggs, and flour (or matzoh meal if you prefer).

And what can compare with the aroma of frying the latke?  Nothing, except for eating the latke.  Garnish as you like – apple sauce, sour cream, even caviar.  And voila!  The dull potato has been elevated into a luxurious treat.

And I say fie on the spoilers who attempt to ruin the entire experience by suggesting healthy alternatives.  Like baking, instead of frying.  Or substituting other vegetables for the potato.  A kale and cauliflower latke? Really?

And don’t even think about using a prepared mix!

I confess there is a downside to this otherwise joyous experience.  I must now begin to repair the damage that used to be my kitchen.  But not even the splotches of potato starch that have landed on my floor and counters, and the splattered oil on my stove, can detract from my satisfaction.

And the secondary benefit?  The memory of the experience that comes from the lingering odor of potatoes cooked in oil which will permeate the house long after the eight days have run their course.

And once everything is nice and tidy, I know I will forget the mess and do it all over again next year.  Whenever Hanukkah decides to arrive.

By | 2018-11-30T14:41:24+00:00 November 30th, 2018|Categories: Food, Holidays|7 Comments

About the Author:

Born and raised in New York City, Susan currently splits her time between Florida and Connecticut. She lives with her husband, and the world’s cutest dog, Sam, a rough-coat Russell Terrier. Susan gives her audiences a sideways view of life on a range of relatable topics. Whether skewering marriage, growing older, fashion, the media, politics, or money matters, her light touch keeps people laughing – and thinking.

7 Comments

  1. Judith Czubati November 30, 2018 at 3:47 pm - Reply

    I LOVE Latke’s! Hate to make them but love to eat them. After reading this, do believe I will tackle them…mess be damned…for the holidays.

    • Susan Goldfein November 30, 2018 at 4:46 pm - Reply

      That’s the spirit!

  2. Bonnie November 30, 2018 at 4:26 pm - Reply

    Happy Hanukkah! Miss the mess in the kitchen and smell of Latkes. I’m sure Sam is waiting for his 8 presents too!

    • Susan Goldfein November 30, 2018 at 4:44 pm - Reply

      Hi Bonnie. I think Sam would rather have a latke! Do dogs get high cholesterol too?

  3. Sheila Marks November 30, 2018 at 6:48 pm - Reply

    Thank you so much for this ode to the latke!
    Well said.

    • Susan Goldfein November 30, 2018 at 7:30 pm - Reply

      It is deserving!

  4. jane December 4, 2018 at 2:33 am - Reply

    Happy Chanukah-I would love to taste one of your latkes. I used to do the whole thing every year but must admit I no longer make the brisket and homemade applesauce or latkes…
    Enjoyed reading about them though!!

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