We all love potato latkes
Soon it will be time to light the Menorah and fry latkes. It seems to be part of my tradition to also start humming "We all love potato latkes" to the tune of "We wish you a merry Christmas" this time of year thanks to my friend from high school days, Alicia D. We were both altos in the school's a capella chamber singers ensemble that met at 0730 each day, and she had (and still has) a real wit.
We are not a religious household by most accounts, however, I suppose it could be considered so by mere diversity of expression. My late father was raised Shinto/Buddhist and converted to be a Southern Baptist. My mom was raised evangelical, converted to Anglicanism, and died a Roman Catholic. For the past 47 years I've been part of a non-observant Jewish family, so I suppose I'm culturally a polyprismic combination of all above. I share this because even though my name is Tagami, I do light a Menorah a few of the 8 nights each year. Whether Yule, Diwali, Christmas, or Chanukah, we all appreciate warmth and light in the cold and dark. The notion of lighting candles against the dark (and remembering miracles) holds great appeal.
Of course, enjoying foods fried in olive oil holds its own appeal, and Donald shares his version of latkes with you here. The fancy schmancy latke plate that I used in this week's recipe photo (above) is from my sister-in-law, Susan, and here is personal essay about graduating to an olive oil menorah last year.