As suddenly as it began, Hanukkah is over. I will miss all those lovely fried foods. (My waistline will not miss all those lovely fried foods.) I served latkes the first night of Hanukkah, the last night of Hanukkah and on Shabbat during Hanukkah.
Time to find those stretchy pull-on pants!
Hanukkah is a home holiday and a family holiday, so it just isn't much fun without children. (We used FedEx to ship The Lovely Lisa her gifts.) The only "child" I fried latkes for this year was our 16-year-old niece. (Then, unappreciatively, Carla kicked my tuchas in dreidel!)
DT and I bestowed little gifts on each other each evening this week. My favorite gift from DT was a running shirt reading CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. As if. That man really has a sense of humor, doesn't he? I gave us him a pair of very cool folding patio chairs for the Magna Peregrinus.
The menu for tomorrow night? Vegan burritos.
Until my next update, I remain, your well-lit correspondent.