The first night of Chanukkah is tomorrow, we have grandkids staying with us, they have already collected their Chanukkah gifts, and are looking forward to traditional delicacies. Here is one – happy Chanukkah, Beautiful People!
Chanukkahis coming, and kids are looking forward to stuffing their faces withlatkes– potato pancakes. When I was growing up, we had all kinds oflatkesonChanukkah, and sometimes my grandmother skipped thederuny(potatolatkes) altogether because of the variety of other, more interesting ones: carrots with apples, zucchini with raisins, and my father’s favoriterechene(buckwheat)latkes. When a guest inquired about the missing “traditional” kind, she would say, “But Hannah did not have potatoes.” Two burning questions of my childhood were: who was Hannah and why, oh why, couldn’t she get potatoes?
This is the story I put together at the age of about four. In the ancient times, there was a mean king who didn’t want anybody in his kingdom to be Jewish. He sent his soldiers to the Jewish Temple (Temple? we had a Temple? where?) and ordered them…
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