Posted on 12/07/2023 10:28:09 AM PST by EinNYC
I was a little apprehensive this year, with all the horrible antisemitic stuff going on, to put my menorah in the window as you're supposed to do. My Maine Coon cat Dandi took care of the problem. She interposed herself between the lantern containing the menorah (no way would I have a menorah just out on a table in a house with cats!) and the window, savoring the view normally blocked by the plantation shutters.
Well, I’m not Jewish. But if I were, I’d eat them alone, no meat, and with sour cream. (I love latkes, and personally think applesauce is a terrible violation to do to them :-)
Happy Chanukah!
Amazing, isn't it -- Hamas is just one letter different from Haman, the nemesis of Queen Esther. May Hamas meet the same fate as Haman.
Night 1 and no vandalism or bullet holes done to my house:-)
What is that species, a Hebra, or a Zebrew?
And you really have to admire Uncle Charlie for his big shamash helper candle.
It reminds me of the man in the bar:
An Irishman was drinking in a bar in London when he gets a call on his cell phone.๐ ๐He orders drinks for everybody in the bar as he announces his wife has just produced a typical Irish baby boy weighing 25 pounds.
Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the man just shrugs.
"That's about average up our way, folks. Like I said -- my boy's a typical County Clare baby boy.."
Two weeks later the man returns to the bar. The bartender says,
"Say, you're the father of that typical Irish baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren't you?
Everybody's been making bets about how big he'd be in two weeks. So... how much does he weigh now?"
The proud father answers, "17 pounds."
The bartender is puzzled and concerned. "What happened?" "He was 25 pounds the day he was born."
The father takes a slow swig of his Jameson Irish Whisky, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says,
"Had him circumcised."
Agree, hope all Chanukah believers have a happy and good time.
When they got here, they kept our family name (very German-sounding vs. Jewish) but became Lutherans. My family never has been practicing Jews, all Lutherans, but we sure use a LOT of the vernacular and our Christmas Tree was always referred to as our, 'Chanukah Bush.'. ;)
That's one of those phrases that triggers some people, especially because the very holiday is the victory over assimilation. America -- the worst! Assimilation central! How many have lost their way?!!
I look at it from another angle, because of the peculiar bush that Moses saw. It kept right on burning, so he went to take a closer look, for to see why.
And it was when Moses turned aside to see, that the Lord spoke to him out of the midst of the bUSh.
I make mention of that detail in case folks might confuse it with the famous singing bush that was belting out annoying tunes without any encouragement. No intellectual curiosity required whatsoever.
Anyway, the shamash candle (usually positioned in the middle of the Chanukiah "bush") is the same spelling as the Sun -- shemesh [ืฉืืฉ] -- so on that final note,
In the midst of the bUSh that Moses saw is the US, which is 50 states. This is where I'll lose even the stragglers because "Wrong language!" or some such.
This is most unfortunate, because 50 *is* the "The distinguished number of transcendence."
There's always the original Hebrew, where that bUSh is a "sneh" [ืกื ื]. And in the midst of any sneh is the letter nun, which has the value of 50.
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If anyone wants to quibble about that bush being *the* bush [ืืกื ื] verses *a* bush [ืกื ื], such that the middle letters are two, I'd suggest turning around to see the miracle [ื ืก] in the midst of *the* bush but hey, that's just me.
How many people have I annoyed today? I don't mean to do that, but that's what happens, as sure as the sun rises!
Isn't it absolutely horrible that we even have to have this discussion---in America? Thanks Biden, please drop dead.
That story pretty much sums up the long and short of it.
“Thanks Biden, please drop dead.”
LOL! I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. ;)
Potato Latkes
You can’t go wrong with this classic latke recipe! Made with shredded potatoes, grated onion, and a flour and egg binder, these tasty potato latkes are pan-fried in batches until golden brown. These hot, crispy, oniony potato pancakes are must for Hanukkah but perfectly acceptable other times of the year. Serve with applesauce, sour cream, or smoked salmon.
Recipe by Eileen Mintz
Ingredients
3 medium russet potatoes, peeled
1 large egg, beaten, or more to taste
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon grated onion
ยฝ teaspoon salt, or more to taste
ยผ cup peanut oil for frying, or as needed
Directions
Slice peeled potatoes and run through a food processor fitted with the grater attachment. Place shredded potatoes in a cheesecloth and wring, extracting as much moisture as possible.
Measure 2 cups shredded, drained potatoes and place into a medium bowl; save any extra for another use. Add egg, flour, onion, and salt, and stir until well combined.
Heat 1/4 inch of oil in a large, heavy-bottomed skillet over medium-high heat. Place large spoonfuls of potato mixture into the hot oil, pressing down on them to form 1/4- to 1/2-inch-thick patties. Cook until golden brown, 4 to 5 minutes. Flip and repeat on the other side.
Remove to a paper towel-lined plate to drain while you cook any remaining latkes. Serve hot.
https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/16073/potato-latkes-i/
Thanks, Pal.
A very beautiful gathering at our struggling shul tonight.
Services tomorrow.
Lots of new faces and young people drawing close.
There is lots of antisemitism where we live.
Such a diverse crowd!
It was cool.
Happy Hanukkah.
Chag Urim Sameach.
So, you spell it Chanukah? I know the pronunciation has the ch as in Bach, plus that is how Chabad spells it (my personal Judaism experts).
If your great-grandmother had been Jewish, you might still be Jewish.
Probably true, LOL!
Great-Grandma Emma is the spitting image of me in her Wedding Photo to Great-Grandpa John, formerly known as, ‘Yohan.’ I have all the old photos from both sides of my family.
She was also German, though not Jewish. They met and ‘fell in love’ (or for more practical reasons, teamed up - who knows?) when they both worked at a bakery in New York City. She moved there with her parents a few years before John came to America. They were both late teens, very early 20’s when they met & married.
They later moved to Milwaukee, WI and had my Grandpa (1916) and his brother Lorenz, (1918) and then Grandpa had Dad (1937) and Dad had me (1960). :)
And that’s where the spectacular bloodline ends; my sister and I never had kids of our own, though I raised three step-sons.
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