- googles “Hanukkah 2015”
- realizes Hanukkah ended Monday
- posts these anyways
Speaking of Hanukkah, I had this friend who invited me to a sufganyot party once, and it’s one of those times when you realize just how uncool you are. First, the sufganyot (pre wheat allergy explosion) were some of the best things I’ve ever eaten, all golden and oily on the outside. man. And he had a donkey (yes, a real donkey) that I got to say hello to and pet, and then his mom played us some funny songs she’d written. She’d even made these funky little animations to go along with the tunes. So I was just standing there with a stupid growler in my hand, hoping nobody would notice how boring I was.
And to drive that point home, I’m still scared of deep-frying things (his mom made it look so easy), I didn’t even attempt sufgantyot. I baked some potato pancakes instead. BUT. These particular pancakes are wonderfully unboring. Because they have pico! and pineapples! alliteration!
AND they’re easy (like yur mooooom) because I used frozen shredded potatoes. Partially because I was lazy, and partially because I figured the frozen ones would be less starchy than fresh ones, which would yield a crispier result. There are a lot of ways to make fresh potatoes less starchy, but I wasn’t in the mood for waiting. And dredging the starch from fresh lil tubers is easy, but then you have to wait around. Meh. I was having an impatient sort of day.
Speaking of waiting around, I just watched ain’t nobody got time for that for the first time ever. See, told you I was uncool. Cool people saw it before everyone else did, and I saw it after everyone else. I guess I thought it was funny, but not as funny as I thought it was gonna be. Still, it’s a fun thing to say….oh!wait! that’s why everyone likes it! Duh. Gawd I’m turning into my mom.
So. Even though I was totally late to the latke showdown (You had eight days Annie. Eight. days.) and three years late on the ain’t nobody got et al. thing, you still gotta trust me on these pancakes. And if you don’t believe me, believe the pico. Has pico ever steered you wrong?