the festival of feasts.

although we all know hannukah is the festival of lights, jews tend to turn every holiday into a feast (yes, even yom kippur).  my roommates and i decided to celebrate hannukah in the feasting tradition–no hannukiah to light, no presents to open. just lots and lots of latkes.  my roommate tackled her mom’s latke recipe in all of its fried glory and i took a stab at a (slightly burnt) rendition of my grandma’s applesauce.  and well, it was delicious.  greasy. fried. and delicious.  

and after devouring 50some latkes between the three of us, i fell asleep in a fried potato coma. the maccabees would be proud.

only problem: 36 hours later and my apartment is still quite fragrant.

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