Yesterday, too. St. Nicholas comes to kids in the Netherlands. It used to be that they found toys and candy in their shoes, hence the giant boot in the new window! hopeful kids.
Usually sour cream goes with latkes, but around here plain yogurt plays the part of sour cream when called on.
About Blogger at the moment: somebody's "improving" it, I think. I wish they'd just let it alone when it's working. Now when you upload a picture, it comes complete with sizing commands, which you used to have to ask for. This fiddling may be part of the mixup over links yesterday. Before yesterday links were working, I'm told. Oh well. This too shall pass.
As a wonderful bodyshop owner I used to know, when I told him I needed to bring in my car, and sounded upset, would say: Did anyone die? Anyone hurt? Any animals hurt? No to all that? Then it's just a thing. Come in and get a cup of coffee and we'll fix it good as new. Which he did.
In self defense I have to say I was the innocent party in a couple of bumps, people tboning me on my green light, cutting in too close changing lanes, etc. backing out of a parking place without looking. You know the sorts of things that happen in the state with the most vehicle traffic of the 50. We're number one in that respect. Also in high real estate taxes, number one there, too.
Anyway, if you're making latkes, enjoy them. Chocolate cake likewise. Oh, and I made a dangerous discovery yesterday. How to make sponge candy. You know the lovely molasses flavored stuff with the honeycomb thing inside? That. I used to send away for it for Christmas, and now maybe I'll make it instead. And quickly give away quite a bit to neighbors, etc, before I scoff the lot.










