HAPPY HANUKKAH! It’s the third night of the holiday, which, for me, is serving as a pretty horrifying reminder of the power of fried food smells to linger in apartments well beyond the actual frying action. Case in point: I made the latkes pictured above on Friday afternoon, a day-and-then-some before the holiday actually began, and my entire home still reeks of oil and onions and burnt potato skins.
But honestly, that nostalgia-inducing, days-old latke smell is totally welcome to stick around my humble abode as long as it pleases. ‘Cause latkes are the best.
As kids, my siblings and I always ate them with applesauce, and I have to admit I still think that savory-sweet pairing still reigns as the ultimate flavor combination. This year, though, I tried my hand at a more grown-up variation, dressing them up with a bit of smoked salmon, some creme fraiche, and — ooh la la! — a smattering of edible flowers. I know. So fancy. I don’t really have anything to say for myself except that Eataly had the colorful flowers in stock and they were calling my name.
I feel a bit like a fraud sharing this recipe with you. The truth is, I only just began drinking coffee regularly, and by “coffee,” I mean, “vanilla chai lattes,” which don’t actually contain coffee. Uh.
But anyone who knows me will tell you that I’ve almost certainly got some sort of innate, internal caffeine production system. After all, I’ve got the energy of a die-hard coffee addict, I talk at the pace of a Gilmore, and I tap dance. I TAP DANCE. That must win me some degree of brownie points and/or kinship with even the most patrician of espresso-sipping sophisticates.
And while I haven’t yet (yet!) fallen in love with blacker-than-night-no-milk-no-sugar-*coffee*-coffee, I have become more and more enamored with the idea of said coffee-coffee. Especially as the winter days get shorter and my schedule gets busier. I mean, what’s not to love? It’s a drink that doesn’t just taste good; it revitalizes you. It reincarnates you. It thrusts you back out into the world with a SPRING in your STEP.
I’m pretty sure that anyone who snacked on candy buttons as a child asked their parents the same question at one point or another. “Are you sure it’s okay that I just ate PAPER!??!” …to which their startled parents would give the same dubious shrug. Naturally, as I ventured off to make them myself at home as a grown-up, I attempted to solve the age-old problem once and for all. How, I asked myself, can I make candy dots without subjecting myself to tons of paper consumption?
The answer, friends, was simple: I could not. But then, the thrill of paper-eating is just as much part of these tiny candies’ allure as is their satisfying, sugary crunch, is it not? And since a little bit of paper never hurt anyone (according to a quick Google search, anyway) I say…the heck with it.
You can watch me make these beauties this Saturday on Food Network’s Snapchat Discover profile (yup, Christmas Eve!) or simply scroll down for the recipe below. Get nostalgic, get sugar-high, and…why not? Get a little paper-high, too. You deserve it.