How flattered am I that you guys are even remotely interested in how we celebrate up in herre?
While it doesnt make for a riveting post please to enjoy the minutiae of my life.
This year was different from years past in that the Tornado really “got” that something special was/would be happening for eight days.
Mostly, however, she was pumped as always that her dad came home early:
This year I decided it was time for me to attempt a pancake of the non-protein variety.
(I learned later that I could have used my food processor so Im not entirely pathetic in the kitchen. I do own me one of those.)
Taters were grated, rinsed & ready:
Fried within an inch of their potato’y life:
Some people eat their latkes with sour cream (one of the many foodstuffs I do not enjoy) but Im an applesauce woman. Ren Man? Tornado? Both ate theirs plain (I was totally betting on the Tornado demanding ketchup. I was sorely mistaken.)
Yes the Tornado was in her pjs. This is not a Hanukkah tradition. Ren Man & I were not.
After we ate (why yes! we DO like to do things a little a**backwards in Casa Miz!) it was time for a pretty damn crappy Hanukkah picture book and some candle “lighting.” If by lighting you mean “turning of the traditional light bulbs on a plastic menorah”—-which we do.
Ahh groundhog day which is our life.
Cold latkes for breakfast. What’s not to love?
And really that’s about it for us Hanukkah-wise.
We repeat the above steps nightly (more the reading & the candles than the latkes. we dont do those nightly.) with a few donuts tossed in for good measure
and we’re done.
Im sure as the years progress (next?) there will be the requisite focus on a gift exchange but until then it’s all about the family, the (re)’flection, & the (traditional) food.