Gambling for Education and Retchene Latkes

To continue with the story of Chanukkah and latkes, Judea was eventually captured by the Romans. Some of the Roman rulers could care less about various religions of the occupied territories, or provinces, as long as the taxes were collected regularly and accurately. Some others, however, persecuted Jews relentlessly; Emperor Hadrian even earned the nickname “Destroyer of the Jews.” Once again, all Jewish learning was forbidden, once again brave little bands of fighters rose again their oppressors. And once again, my inquisitive four-year-old brain put a story together that went like this:

Children were given a dreidel (spinning top), with four sides. On each side there was a Hebrew letter: Nun, Gimmel, Hei, and Shin. They were also given some coins so that when Roman soldiers, who were notorious gamblers, would come across a group of kids sitting with their teacher, they would find an innocent game of top going on and even invited to participate. In reality, the letters were an abbreviation of a phrase Nes Gadol Haya Sham (a great miracle happened there), and the dreidel served as a visual and kinesthetic aid for a lesson on Chanukkah.

Contrary to a cute and very popular song, we, as kids, had a tin-plate dreidel, made by my great-grandfather, and it was spinning perfectly. Even though we were given Chanukkah gelt (money, not gifts!), we were not allowed to use it for gambling; instead, we had to use roasted walnuts. The rules of the game are very simple:

You start by placing your bets – equal and agreed amounts. Then you take turns spinning. If it lands letter Nun up, it means “nichts” (“nothing” in Yiddish), so nothing happens, and the dreidel passes to the next person. If it lands on Gimmel – “gantz” (“everything” in Yiddish), you just got lucky, and you take the bank. If Hey –  “halb” (“half”) shows up, you are only half-lucky; you take half of the bank, which is better than none! And if you hit Shin – “shtel” (“put in”), you have to add to the bank. Incidentally, in Israel, where the great miracle of Chanukkah did happen, the dreidels have a letter Peh, for Po – here, instead of Sham – there.

You don’t need to know Yiddish to see a little discrepancy here: Yiddish is one of the Jewish languages of the exile; it simply did not exist before the destruction of the second Temple by the Romans. Some scholars figured out elaborate Gematria (numerology): the four letters, added in a certain way, equal 358, which is the numerological equivalent of the word Messiah.  Others suggested that the letters stand for the names of the four kings who have tried to destroy the Jews in Ancient times. Surprisingly, however, the game is only a variation of the German “trundl” game which, in turn, is a variation of the English Totum, or Teetotum game (“totum” means “all” in Latin), where the rules were the same, represented by four Latin letters.

Chanukkah gelt, though, is really related to education. Says the Talmud that Chanukkah lights are holy, thus are not to be used for any mundane purpose, such as counting money. Another visual and kinesthetic lesson for all times: don’t count your Chanukkah gelt in front of Chanukkah lights. Chocolate coins fall under the same rule. Walnuts, or any other nuts, in Yiddish are called “nisim” – another reminder of Nes Gadol, the great miracle of Chanukkah. And because nuts there were aplenty, but potatoes had not existed yet (for explanation, please see But Hannah Did Not Have Potatoes! Latkes with a Tropical Twist.), the all-around favorites in our family were Retchene (buckwheat) latkes that have a subtle nutty taste.

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As in all my latkes recipes, the  constant is non-dairy prostokvasha, or clabbered milk (for recipe, click here). You can substitute any non-dairy (or dairy, if you are so inclined) buttermilk, kefir, or yogurt. I use eggs, but egg substitutes will work. Add some agave to sweeten them, a little baking powder, salt and pepper, and a dash of cinnamon.

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Add your wet ingredients to buckwheat flour and mix everything together really well. You will get a thick and sticky batter, more like soft dough than your usual pancake batter. As long as there are no lumps, that’s how it should be.

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Fry them for about five minutes on each side on a lightly misted with oil frying pan, medium heat. Hint: when you flip them, press lightly on top to flatten them, otherwise the middle will remain uncooked.  Some batter will be squeezed out, but don’t worry – it’ll fry. Remove them to a plate lined with paper towels to blot out excess grease.

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Meanwhile, you can use a few minutes to make  berry sauce. I happen to love blueberries, especially when they are in season, huge like cherries, and juicy. But you can use cranberries, or any berries you like. Just throw them into a saucepan, cover with sweet light red wine, add agave to taste, and bring to boil. Then reduce heat and let them simmer until they start bursting. Gently squash them, but gently! – or else you’ll be splashed, you’ll look funny, and your kids will laugh at you. Now, stir and let them simmer some more, as the liquid evaporates to the consistency you prefer.

The silver dreidel you see on most of my Chanukkah-related photos is not real. It cannot be used to play (don’t think the grandkids haven’t tried!). It’s not made by Frank Meisler, even though the style is similar. It doesn’t open, and there are no surprises hidden inside. Still, it is very precious to me because my father, may he rest in peace,  brought it for us from Israel. Every year I made delicious Retchene latkes, my father’s favorite kind, and this year I’ll have them on my table again, and we’ll drink a Lechayim to my father’s memory.

INGREDIENTS

Latkes:

  • 1 cup buckwheat flour
  • 1/2 cup protokvasha (clabbered milk) or any buttermilk, kefir, or yogurt
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 egg or substitute
  • 1 tablespoon agave
  • A pinch of cinnamon
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Berry sauce:

  • 1 pint fresh berries
  • 1/2 cup sweet red or pink wine
  • 1/2 cup or more agave (to taste)

PROCEDURE

  • Add baking powder and cinnamon to buckwheat flour, add the rest of Latkesingredients, mix thoroughly.
  • Preheat frying pan to medium, lightly mist with oil. Spoon batter onto frying pan, fry for 5 minutes on each side. When turning over, gently press down. Remove, blot excess grease with paper towels.
  • Place berries into saucepan, add wine and agave, bring to boil, reduce to simmer. In about 10 minutes, when berries start bursting, gently crush them, stir and continue simmering until liquid evaporates to desired consistency.
  • Serve Latkes with sauce on the side.

Have a Happy Chanukkah – enjoy!

56 Comments Add yours

  1. ShiraDest says:

    Yes!! We’re getting closer to sufganiot!! 🙂
    🙂

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    1. We are – don’t worry, darling!

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      1. ShiraDest says:

        Lol! 🙂
        I’ve been Chesheching for sufganiot for so long!! 🙂

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      2. I know – for a whole year, right?

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      3. ShiraDest says:

        Longer -I didn’t get any last year!!

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      4. ShiraDest says:

        No worries, I lived! 🙂

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      5. I am sure that it’s only a thought of sufganiot that motivated you to live!

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      6. ShiraDest says:

        LOL!! 🙂 Surely!! 🙂

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  2. ShiraDest says:

    And May your father’s memory always be for a blessing. Z’lBrachah

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    1. Amen!
      Thank you, dear Shira!
      Much love,
      D

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      1. ShiraDest says:

        Much love to you, too, Dolly!
        S.

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  3. ShiraDest says:

    Oh, and I’m sharing this post for Thursday evening, if that’s ok?
    Shira

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    1. Of course, and I thank you, and you don’t have to ask.
      However, there will be more Chanukkah posts coming, including one about a very special child.
      And sufganiot, too!

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      1. ShiraDest says:

        Excellent! I’m hoping to fill some of my Chanukah evenings by reposting your posts!! 🙂

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      2. What – you have nothing more interesting to do?

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  4. You have the right words and most inviting food and setting for the season. Big Hugs snd Cheers!🌺💗🌺🍮🍮

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    1. Thank you so much for a lovely comment, darling! Hugs right back to you! 😻

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      1. Bigger ones to you! 💗 )))XOXO(((🍮🍂🍮💗

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  5. SAM VOELKER says:

    Wow Knowing you I am learning a lot about the history that I missed in school, also a lot about cooking but I may just end up a fat expert on the Jewish people when it is too late to pass it on.

    Don’t know exactly how to say it but:
    Happy Chanukkah~!!

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    1. Thank you so much, Sam, and you are saying it the right way!
      My husband tells me that Cajun music has a washboard with two sticks for a rhythm section instead of drums. I said I would ask my Cajun expert, so I am asking: is this true?

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  6. I always find your posts very interesting, Dolly. Thanks for the recipes too.

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    1. Thank you so much, dear Roberta; I appreciate your stopping by and commenting.

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  7. SAM VOELKER says:

    With Cajun or Creole music, It is hard to say which method each person would use to make the sounds of music, because it is, after all, folk music~! Actually they use almost anything sitting around from hitting on a whiskey bottle with a big nail to a cow bell and dog whistle….but the most common is to use a washboard, normally it is strummed using sewing thimbles on their fingers, in this way they can strum it up and down to the rhythm almost like strumming a guitar. (I note in the attached “add” they talk about using a “church key” (which is an old time metal beer can opener) I prefer the sound of the thimble as it is a more smooth sound. The drum is called a “CAJON” pronounced “K-hon” (not like their name), which is a wood box about 18 inches square, with a large hole near the bottom…They sit on this and slap their hands on the sides to the beat, like a base drum…to be more fancy they will sometime attach a screen door spring inside which gives the rattle much like a snare drum. The best accompaniment though is the “squeezebox, Cajun/Creole concertina and it can really blast out a lot of sound, the notes are (by-directional) like a harmonica, in other words a different note whether pulling or pushing the air. Often a fiddle and a banjo will be added to this “noise”~! Also you will often hear a Jew’s Harp, or spoons rattled between their fingers…I can do this..~!

    Oh Wow~!
    I promise to finish my article on “My Barn” where I have, and can photograph a few of these “instruments”~!

    CAJUN WASHBOARD ….
    https://larkinthemorning.com/products/rub002?variant=52877797523&currency=USD&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=google+shopping&utm_campaign=gs-2018-08-02&utm_source=google&utm_medium=smart_campaign&gclid=Cj0KCQiA5bz-BRD-ARIsABjT4ni-h3BUtILJzeP8cW1jCXfezod4VmPnToLWBFa4pv97mf_DfLO3YkMaAgf3EALw_wcB

    CAJON
    https://www.google.com/search?q=cajon+drum&client=firefox-b-1-d&sxsrf=ALeKk003CZ5IOu4BXy-IbK1DdooqpEr8Ww:1607453824684&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=HVX8IKQY3QaZaM%252CC4BoiH9TnjCDaM%252C%252Fm%252F02_7fj&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kTVTjTdI0qGl3sSH8fv0KKBHVoyqg&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiUzdmRiL_tAhULlKwKHS4LCoQQ_B16BAghEAE#imgrc=HVX8IKQY3QaZaM

    CONCERTINA:
    https://www.google.com/search?q=cajun+concertina&client=firefox-b-1-d&sxsrf=ALeKk00cTVQrlz8WLbjuot2DBrfVoW2Lsg:1607453950548&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=ypskIG6cpUMkZM%252C31mXgiNTBbhvMM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kRo76B4K1QclBJBksxRFQn3Jsfw4A&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjN6tvNiL_tAhVGXK0KHU2BCBMQ_h16BAgcEAE#imgrc=sSMjqJI5yEHJ8M

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    1. I thank you so much for a fascinating lesson on Cajun/Creole music and their instruments, Sam. I truly appreciate the links. Both concertina and wooden spoons are standard in Russian folk music, but I’ve never heard the spoons called Jew’s Harp. I think it’s because up until the end of 19th century, people in Russian villages had not seen a Jew.
      I’ll be on the lookout for your article about Cajun/Creole music.

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  8. feistyfroggy says:

    Very interesting post!

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    1. Thank you so much, dear friend!

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    2. SAM VOELKER says:

      I guess I ran my description together and had hesitated to call it that as it has several other names but it is not a put down that is the most common name, but I bet you know it by some other name.because it is common all over You will enjoy reading about it here…
      https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-d&q=jew%27s+harp

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      1. Don’t worry, dear friend, I am not offended at all. There is a Jew fish in Florida and Jew Fish Creek where it lives, so I am not supposed to be sailing there?
        I was simply wondering because Russians also play wooden spoons but they don’t call them that, and in the villages, where they play folk instruments, they have not seen Jews or heard of them until the end of 19th century.
        Here is a Russian clip for you:

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      2. Just opened your link. I misunderstood – my bad! I know it as a Galician harp.

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  9. Your stories and recipes are so good. May your father’s sweet memory always be a blessing.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kindness, dear MImi!

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  10. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    L’CHATM—TO LIFE

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    1. Thank you so much, der friend! Cheers – with homemade cranberry juice!

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  11. What a splendid device for outwitting the oppressors

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    1. We follow the example of our forefather Jacob.
      Thank you so much, Derrick.

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  12. Happy Chanukkah, to you too Dolly! Thank you for another great story, and the usage of the dreidel. Wish the result of your recipe, the baking would be done, just after reading it. Lol Have a beautiful week! Michael

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    1. Thank you so much for a lovely comment, Michael. But stay tuned – more Chanukkah recipes are coming up!
      Happy Chanukkah to you and yours and a great week!

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  13. Fartfist says:

    This is superb. I am honored to follow you.
    Thanks again. I like this very much.

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and for your kind comment.

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  14. Reblogged this on koolkosherkitchen and commented:

    On the third night of Chanukkah, I am repeating this very special recipe in memory of my father, may he rest in peace, for whom no Chanukkah was real without these latkes. Enjoy, Beautiful People!

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  15. Doug Thomas says:

    Very informative! I didn’t know anything – it turned out! – about the history and intent of the dreidel. FI remember eating buckwheat pancakes as a child, though it wasn’t something we had on any regular basis. I think we ate them with maple syrup, but the berry sauce would have3 made them more acceptable to my taste! (I remember them as being of a strong, bitter taste not to my liking at the time!)

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    1. Thank you so much, Doug.
      Why would there be bitter taste, I wonder… Nutty flavor, yes, and buckwheat blini has the same nutty flavor that goes so well with caviar.

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      1. Doug Thomas says:

        I haven’t eaten buckwheat pancakes in – a guess – 65 years or so, so my memory is there was a bitter taste or something that didn’t appeal to my young taste buds.

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      2. Young taste buds are quirky; I can tell you looking at my grandkids, especially the youngest one whose taste changes every day.

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      3. Doug Thomas says:

        This is true. I didn’t like bananas as a kid because of the texture, but that’s no issue now. Other than that, I don’t recall anything I didn’t like. Similarly, I used to use ketchup on lots of things. Now, I rarely use it.

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      4. Ha! I recall a Polish immigrant saying, years ago, that the only reason Americans would ever go to war with Russia is if the Russians stole all the ketchup from them. My youngest granddaughter wants ketchup on everything, from hot dogs to sushi.

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      5. Doug Thomas says:

        LOL! Even I would draw a line at ketchup on sushi!

        Reminds me of how much I enjoyed the saltimbocca at a restaurant, the Tropfsteinhöhle, in Kaiserslautern, Germany. Other than bizarre decor (stalactites and “wee folk” around the ceiling! LOL!) the food was prepared by an Italian chef of considerable talent.

        His wife was the waitress, and she was a Marlene Deitrich look-alike but very dour. (Her toy poodle, Cheri, was a nasty little dog that hated everyone who came into the restaurant, and she controlled the Stammtisch with razor teeth at the ready.)

        Anyway, back to that delicious saltimbocca. I always ordered it “mit pommes frites”, which, back then, meant I wanted to have it with ketchup, for the french fries, too.

        Well, the chef was very proud of his meals and he personally always came out of the kitchen to ask everyone how their meal was. He was a happy, buoyant fellow, always with a smile. I always wondered how he and his sour wife met and fell in love, they were such opposites.

        So, the first time I ordered the delicious “saltimbocca mit pommes frites”, I knew putting the ketchup directly on the saltimbocca would be offensive to most Germans – I was especially afraid of the wife till I got her to smile briefly and actually act like she was pleased to see me, but that was several repeat visits later, and I knew she would be very grim if I put ketchup on the saltimbocca…I just sensed it!

        Anyway, so I got a big surprise the first time when the chef comes out, all smiles and self-assured that he’d prepared me the best saltimbocca on the planet, which I’m sure it was, and I’d just dipped my bite in the pommes frites-reserved (wink! wink!) ketchup!

        Oh dear! I realized I was caught putting ketchup on the best saltimbocca on the planet, and the chef who prepared it (…and knows it needs nothing else to be perfect!) caught me dipping it in ketchup!

        From then on, I made sure the ketchup stayed on the pommes frites side of the plate when I saw the chef preparing to come out to greet his clients.

        I learned later, the restaurant had to become a pizza joint for lack of customers who appreciated fine dining, I guess.

        That saltimbocca, ketchup or not, because the standard for saltimboccas. I’ve never had better. Now that I rarely put ketchup of anything, I’d give anything to have one of those Tropfsteinhöhle saltimboccas to try without surreptitious ketchup.

        Just one last aside in a telling that is full of them. When I was in treatment for WG/PGA back in 2004, I was on medication that made any food with a vinegar base taste really nasty. After I was taken off that medication, ketchup and pickles began to taste better, normal, but I’d avoided them for so long, I discovered most foods I slathered ketchup on tasted pretty good without the ketchup, including, amazingly, meat and french fries.

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      6. How about that – an accidental discovery that food sans ketchup really tastes like food!
        Thank G-d the only consumer of ketchup in my house is little Shira, and I hope she grows out of it.
        Years ago, when a dear friend (he is not with us anymore, may he rest in peace) came here with a concert, we took him to a fancy Italian restaurant, where he ordered Veal Parmigiano and requested ketchup. The Chef ran out of the kitchen, brandishing a dripping ladle, screaming, “I Chef Petruccio, no ketchup in mi ristorante!” I do not speak Italian, but somehow, I managed to impress upon him that the man was a big Russian star, and what he wants, he gets – pronto! A busboy was immediately sent somewhere to procure a bottle of ketchup.
        Next, my friend wanted his wine warmed. The sommelier almost had a heart attack. I had to go through the explanation and excuses again. They did get the message and, at the end of the meal, brought him dessert with compliments of the house.

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      7. Doug Thomas says:

        I suspect that would have been my fate at the Tropfsteinhöhle if the chef spotted my ketchup abuse of his perfect saltimbocca~!

        My late brother ran afoul of the “no ketchup” rule when he asked for ketchup at a pizza restaurant. When he told me about this incident later, he was surprised I don’t put ketchup on my pizza because he remembers the time before my 2003 illness and the pills that changed the taste of such foods that I would have used ketchup on pizza.

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      8. Oh, my granddaughter does pour ketchup on her pizza, in huge globs. I hope her taste changes eventually.

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