I’m sad I can’t have a tree. It’s always been a thing. No trees with ornaments, no pretty colored lights or stockings stuffed with socks and candy. I suppose I could deck the halls with silver and blue or decorate my plant “Duster”…but then I would have to store said decorations post holiday and that would be an impossibility. More shoes trump breakable once-a-year ornaments any day.
…Decorations aside, Hanukkah rocks! An Adam Sandler song AND 8 days of presents! I LOVE presents!
Hanukkah or Christmas, J’adore the holidays! The chill in the air, the scent of fireplaces and the possibility of snow, trees lit up in windows, holiday bazaars in every park. I relish drinking mulled wine with friends in warm bars and deciding to go ice-skating then chickening out. This is by far my favorite time of year. So why not celebrate as much and as long as I can?!?!
I declare…No matter the religion I will rejoice with everyone ALL MONTH. Merry Christmahanukwanzikah! Thus it has been decided, to kick things off, I will throw a Latkes and Vodkas party putting some Happy into Hanukkah. Welcome to Hanukkah 2H!
+ = Happy Hanukkah
The December holidays are a time for family and tradition so I will draw cuisine inspiration from my mishpucha (that’s all the Yiddish I know).
My father’s delectable latkes, fried up crisp. A brisket and kasha feast prepared by Nan. Food enough to feed an army. I want my friends to feel the spirit of the holidays and want nothing more than to share with them my experience growing up. That said, I don’t want to totally scare them off….and would prefer to save the heart attacks for another holiday. I will replace the bright pink soup (beet borscht) and mountains of greasy potato pancakes with less intimidating options, transporting these classics into the 21st century.
As we light the candles, eat chocolate Gelt, and play games, I will share with my guests a small piece of family history. Through this, my ancestor’s spirits will live on and as I prepare my cocktail party, my grandmother’s voice will ring in my head… “that’s not enough food Deborah….that’s not enough food.”