We in the Rambler household like a variety when it comes to food. We make German spice cookies for Christmas and are mildly obsessed with Mexican food at all other times of the year. Mother and I have a taste for Asian cuisine, and all of us have an affinity for anything Italian.
Two years ago, we celebrated Christmas with latkes. Latkes, as you may know, are potato pancakes traditionally associated with the Jewish celebration of Hanukah. Hanukah and Christmas are not known for being friends, but we like to celebrate diversity. While we’re not Jewish, during the winter months we like to keep a menorah on the shelf next to our Bible commentaries.
That same Christmas, we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for Christmas Eve and wished the wait-staff a feliz navidad.
This year we reprised the latke tradition. We made latkes tonight. I am no chef—normally I only make the occasional fruit pie—but tonight I added latke-making to my repertoire. I may not be able to do anything else, but at least I can make a mean latke.
We will overlook the fact that we served bacon with the latkes. Diversity, folks. Diversity.