I have to find a recipe for latkes for the weekend. Ed will include me in the menorah-lighting ceremony if I bring latkes. No cooking spray or ovens. Real latkes. I think I’ll use the non-stick wok, already have oil (yes, the lamp burned for eight days) and just need potatoes and perhaps scallions. Saving that white potato starch is key and the scallions are for added flavor.
Forget about searching recipes. I’ll do my own thing and it’ll work out just fine. Last night was our loft dinner which was quite good though I didn’t get what I ordered. One free beverage was offered but it was only a Grinch-colored martini with a candy cane garnish and we both opted out. We arrived late because it was Jim’s birthday and he spent much of the early evening on family phone calls, but we participated in several interesting conversations before heading home.
It’s Christmas Eve and we thank the powers that be for our health, each other and our families and friends. And the fact that I really taught Zoe to roll over so deserved credit in her first short doc. Oh, I have to send it to my cousin, the expert, in Canada.
Keep that frying oil handy, plus a candy thermometer for testing the temperature. I have both so there is no reason for an electric fryer. Dee
Cooking with Dee 