Hello! I just love fall. I have always been a fall person, and I hope I always will. Whether I’m fall-ing down the stairs, or just smelling the beautiful scents of cinnamon, pumpkin and Christmas (not necessarily all at the same time) I just love fall. Sure, the falling part sucks, but that one happens every day of the year.
Fall is just the perfect time for everything. It’s the perfect time to bake because it is FINALLY cooling down enough to heat the oven (not that that stopped me in the summer)… It’s the perfect time for friends because you are always giving and getting presents… It’s the perfect time for creativity because you’ve got Halloween coming along… (Do I hear cakes and crafts coming?) And it is absolutely the perfect time to have some you time. Whether it’s baking or settling in with a warm cup of tea… It’s just by far the most busy, yet relaxing and wonderful time of the year.
Happy late Jewish New Year! I hope this year of 5775 has been good to you already. 🙂
If you’re reading this, you likely have some idea of Jewish religion or at least the holidays and traditions related to them. If not, then you should know Rosh Hashana is the Jewish New Year. Rosh Hashana has some awesome food traditions- like apples and honey (which, if I may say, the BEST fruit combination in the world) and round challah. So for Rosh Hashana, my family was treated with an amazing meal consisting of potato latkes (what’s a Jewish holiday without them?), apples and honey, and some meat. Let’s focus on those latkes though. Latkes- some of the most beautiful creations in the world. Salty, potato pancakes that are irresistable, and usually gone before dinner (not even kidding-this has happened a few times).
Ah, latkes. They may be the death of me…
This time we made fresh latkes out of potatoes, an onion, some salt and some oatmeal. That’s really it, it is one of the easiest pancake recipes I make. 🙂
Hello! Tonight for dinner my family had a simple but delicious pasta dish. I made it with some fresh tomatoes picked straight from my grandmother’s garden. (Thank you grandma Jean!)