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Love and Latkes

Latkes are definitely a labor of love. A very greasy, oily, labor of love.   A time consuming, set off the smoke detector (twice), back breaking, use up half a bottle of oil, not to mention a 45 minute cleanup, and the entire house smells like a diner, labor of love.   Can you feel all that love for the miracle of the oil?   I have made latkes over the years in different ways according to the tastes of my family.   I prefer the home-style kind where you can actually see the grated potato sticking out in crunchy, jagged edges.   My daughter likes the mealy kind, where everything is ground up in the processor and poured out like pancake batter-she really likes the gigantic frozen kind (UGH).   My husband is just happy that I am making something that can’t really be considered healthy.   Poor thing has had to suffer through broccoli, spaghetti squash, and turkey meatloaf (all which were eaten along with seconds…hmmmm).   But, bona fide carbs and oil? Well, who needs to spend endles

Staying on the Radar…One Cookie at a Time

Holiday season is a time of joy for most, and stress for others. I admit that I fall in between the two.   Unfortunately, for those kids with food allergies, holiday season can become a landmine if no one is at the helm keeping watch.   I have made my son vigilant about food allergies;he knows not to eat anything at school, in class, in the lunchroom or otherwise.   For every treat he has to turn down, he gets the equivalent at home-safely.   The teachers in the school all comment on how great he is about managing his food allergies, and as a result, they take notice of my six-year old who maturely gives up some of the irresistible goodies in school.   Most of the teachers know who my son is simply because they are so impressed by his fortitude (not to mention that he can be so darn cute). Every school year I introduce myself to the lunch aides, provide a note for the teachers to send home to parents, talk with the nurse, discuss my son’s   allergies with his new teacher, refill

GingerBees-Gingerbread Maccabees-Biting Someones' Head Off Never Tasted so Good

I have had a serious hankering for gingerbread, which is ironic because I never used to like it. I find that since I officially hit middle age with the recent celebration of my (fill in the blank) birthday, there are changes within myself that I cannot seem to control. ·      I now have to remove my glasses to read something up close. ·          I need mega doses of drugs to get over a common cold. ·          I can no longer say, what up? ·          I actually prefer a minivan to a sedan. ·            I take medication that I have seen advertised on TV. ·            Low rise jeans…well let’s not go there. ·          It seems that I like gingerbread.   I have always backed away from gingerbread for a few reasons.   First, I never really liked the taste of ginger, and from a philosophical standpoin, I always associated gingerbread men with Christmas and felt it was a wee bit “sacrilegious” to eat them.   Recently, I spotted a box of cute, chubby gingerbread men o