Food Fight
Reminiscing: My mother's potato latkes are indistinguishable in taste and consistency from medieval hurling weapons. (Mom's best enjoyed intellectually.)

Food Fight
Reminiscing: My mother's potato latkes are indistinguishable in taste and consistency from medieval hurling weapons. (Mom's best enjoyed intellectually.)





So, how often do you actually taste medieval hurling weapons?
Patrick at December 24, 2016 3:34 PM
Oh, just serve them with plenty of sour cream and chopped scallions and they'll be fine!
charles at December 24, 2016 4:43 PM
Sesame Street: Fireside Christmas Story with Cookie Monster
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=V-fRbNNecpY
Stinky the Clown at December 24, 2016 5:33 PM
Unfortunately, I don't think my mother believes in sour cream.
And Patrick, most of my mother's cooking either tastes like some kind of ordinance or something out of a swamp.
(My mother does not come on my blog, but I don't think she considers cooking her finest hour. Also, she's into "health food" -- which is to say, my dad might try to knock you out to get that piece of crispy bacon you're holding in your hand.)
Amy Alkon at December 24, 2016 10:53 PM
In Michael Wax's recent book about Jewish food, "Rhapsody in Schmaltz", he mentions that cardboard was invented so the Jews could explain to the goyim how matzohs tasted.
I always felt that my Mother made potato latkes so she could argue with my father whether they were better with applesauce (her choice) or sour cream (his). My choice was to avoid them, if I could, but occasionally had to nibble at one to shut her up.
I am 79 years old and still digesting them.
Elizabeth Falkner at December 25, 2016 9:32 AM
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