A Culinary Adventure
So, last night, in a fit of culinary light-headedness, I decided to make latkes. And now, we require a segue.
For those of you who didn't understand the word 16 words ago ("latkes", for those of you who don't want to count), latkes are potato pancakes. Think hash browns in pancake form. They're also delicious.
Anyways, I made latkes and now, since the process involved frying, the entire apartment smells like latkes. This morning, I put my shirt over my eyes (a frequent practice of mine to enable me to continue sleeping after my room gets too light), and it was as if someone with a huge potato pancake hand was slapping me in the face. After emerging from my room, the effect was much the same.
When people come into the apartment for the first time, they're going to take one whiff, look at me and say, "You're Jewish, aren't you?"
[Current Smell|Latkes]
For those of you who didn't understand the word 16 words ago ("latkes", for those of you who don't want to count), latkes are potato pancakes. Think hash browns in pancake form. They're also delicious.
Anyways, I made latkes and now, since the process involved frying, the entire apartment smells like latkes. This morning, I put my shirt over my eyes (a frequent practice of mine to enable me to continue sleeping after my room gets too light), and it was as if someone with a huge potato pancake hand was slapping me in the face. After emerging from my room, the effect was much the same.
When people come into the apartment for the first time, they're going to take one whiff, look at me and say, "You're Jewish, aren't you?"
[Current Smell|Latkes]