Food=love in my books.
This evening is the start of Hanukkah. What better way to celebrate than with a sweet, charming story and a delicious family recipe from author Karen Sandler.
She told me:
This recipe for potato pancakes came from my late father-in-law, Merle Sandler. We’ve made these latkes for decades for Hanukkah, and I had this recipe in mind while writing “The 8th Gift,” my contribution to the CELEBRATE Romance! anthology.
- 4 large russet or Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled and grated
- 1/2 c onion, grated
- 2 eggs
- 2 tbsp flour
- 3/4 tsp salt
- dash pepper
- oil for frying
- applesauce and sour cream
- Mix all ingredients in a large bowl. Heat oil in skillet, keep at a depth of ¼”. Have cookie sheets with paper towels ready. Heat oven to low heat to keep latkes warm while other batches are cooking.
- Using a slotted spoon, squeeze liquid out of potato clumps and add to hot oil. Flatten using back of spoon. Once brown (about 5 minutes) turn over and cook other side (about 4 minutes). Drain on paper towels and keep hot.
- Serve with dishes of applesauce and sour cream.
And here’s an brief excerpt from Karen’s Celebrate Romance contribution, The 8th Gift:
The garage door opened, startling her awake. Unbelievably, she’d fallen asleep on her feet. “What is it?”
“I’m done. Front and back door both have deadbolts.”
She glanced up at the clock above the workbench. Nearly half-past midnight.
“I moved the laundry to the dryer,” he added as he descended the two steps to the garage.
She felt heat on her cheeks again. The thought of the thieves handling her intimates had sickened her. Imagining Jake’s big hands tugging her panties from the washer and tossing them into the dryer filled her with an entirely different sensation.
His gaze fixed on her again, the way it had sought her out when she’d been in the kitchen. Then he looked away, and his eyes found the special box, the one she’d received from Ian’s commander.
Jake crossed the garage and read the return address. He drew his hand across the packing tape sealing the box. “Ian’s personal effects?”
“I don’t even know what’s in it,” she blurted out. “I haven’t been able to open it.”
He just nodded. Of course he understood. “Are you going to be okay?”
Tears filled her eyes in an instant. “They took Aaron’s Hanukkah gifts. All of them. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Then she lost all control, sobbing, covering her face with her hands. When Jake wrapped his arms around her, she clutched him as if she’d die without him to hold onto. Her sobs were ugly and hurt her throat, her heart. All the pain of the last twelve months seemed to flood her all at once.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jake whispered. “Don’t worry, Sarah, we’ll figure it out.”
5 holidays/5 authors/ 5 heart-warming love stories.
Happy reading and Happy Hanukkah, my friends!