Latkes for Hanukkah — any excuse to celebrate with food

My latkes from Veselka this year.
Photo: © 2012 Phil Fox Rose

I’m not one to pass up the opportunity to celebrate with food. And not just within my own tradition. If I can honor another religious or national tradition by eating some yummy food, you won’t have to twist my arm. So each year, I honor Hanukkah by picking up some latkes – potato pancakes. In a rather convenient excuse to eat fun food, Jews decided centuries ago to honor the miracle of the Temple’s sacred oil lasting for eight days while they were celebrating by lighting candles for eight days… and by eating food fried in oil! Donuts are traditional too, but I have to draw the line somewhere, and I love carbs way more than sweets anyway.

Seriously! I’d love to have heard that discussion between the rabbis: “How should we honor this holy day commemorating a military victory of orthodox Jews over secularization and the restoration of proper Jewish law, after which there was an eight-day celebration in which the temple oil miraculously didn’t need replenishing?” “Did you say oil? Let’s eat fried food!”

I’ve had a love affair with potato pancakes for much of my life, long before I knew of the Hanukkah connection. I first discovered them growing up, when my family moved to New York. My mother was always looking for new candidates to add to her endearingly WASPy repertoire of exotic food options. The move to the Greenwich Village neighborhood in downtown New York put us in the midst of ethnic neighborhoods: the Jewish Lower East Side, the Ukrainian East Village, and the Italian West Village and Little Italy. She added new dishes right away. One was a rolled veal roast oozing with prosciutto, garlic and Italian herbs from Ottomanelli & Sons in the West Village. Two more were frozen supermarket-bought pierogi served with butter and sour cream and cheese blintzes served with sour cream and blueberry sauce.

And fourth — also frozen and supermarket-bought — was potato pancakes with sour cream and applesauce. Each of the frozen dishes was a mere shadow of the real thing, but they were all I knew, and they were very good. The fact that they were in the supermarket at all was due to our being near these ethnic neighborhoods; on the other hand, our eating frozen supermarket potato pancakes just a few blocks from stores on New York’s Lower East Side where you could buy fresh latkes was kind of criminal.

Later, I discovered the real deals. Buttery pierogi at the 24-hour Kiev diner became a staple in my teen punk days. I discovered how good fresh potato pancakes could be – crispy on the outside, fluffy/starchy on the inside, with plenty of salt and onion in the mix (because what isn’t better with a little too much salt and onion?) – at Bruce’s and at Ben’s on Long Island before ever having them in the Lower East Side.

This Hanukkah, I broke with tradition slightly. I’ve often gone to Yonah Shimmel’s, the hundred-year-old Lower East Side knish store that sells latkes during the holiday. If not them, then some other traditional Jewish supplier. But honestly, I’m afraid Yonah Shimmel’s aren’t that great anymore. They’re too greasy, if that’s possible, and a little rubbery. So I did a little research on who makes the best potato pancakes in town, and signs pointed to the local Ukranian standard-bearer, Veselka, a block from my East Village home. (Though Veselka’s founders were from a part of the Ukraine that’s historically Polish, the restaurant emphasizes its Ukrainian identity.) 

I rely on Veselka for borscht, mushroom-barley soup and pierogis, as well as for reliably excellent diner fare, but it never occurred to me to turn to them for latkes. Pirogi, blintzes and potato pancakes all come from Eastern Europe and are eaten by both Catholics and Jews, but blintzes and potato pancakes are often associated with Jewish culture. (Latke is the Yiddish word for potato pancake.)

It turns out Veselka takes great pride in its potato pancakes, and besides its cookbook (which appears to be out of print in paper form, but available as an ebook), there’s this article with instructional photos about how they’re made. (They do two nontraditional things: they include a little garlic, and add some shredded carrot.)

So on Saturday evening — just to honor tradition, of course — I picked up some potato pancakes for dinner from Veselka. And they were very good. Crunchy on the outside, fluffy and full of flavor on the inside. For those of you who can’t get local fresh-cooked latkes, consider making some.

If you don’t have Veselka’s cookbook, here’s a basic latke recipe I’ve used before:

1 medium onion
1 pound russet potatoes
2 eggs
1 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
Oil for frying (if you want to be traditional for Hanukkah, you should use olive oil, but any oil will work)

  1. Peel potatoes and keep in cold water.
  2. Chop onion into chunks and pulse in food processor until pureed (or mince as fine as you can.)
  3. Beat together two eggs in a large bowl and stir in onions.
  4. Chop potatoes into chunks and pulse in food processor until grainy, or use a potato ricer.
  5. Put potato in strainer and press out extra water.
  6. Add potato, salt and pepper to egg and onion mixture.
  7. In a  large pan (ideally cast iron), heat a good amount of oil over medium-high heat. When oil is hot, add batter in 3-inch patties.
  8. On each side, fry 3-4 minutes until nicely browned.
  9. Drain on paper towels.

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About Phil Fox Rose

Phil Fox Rose is a writer, editor and content lead based in New York. He is coordinator of Contemplative Outreach of New York, helping promote centering prayer, which has been his contemplative practice for nearly 20 years. Raised atheist by ex-Mormons, Phil has journeyed through Quakerism, deep ecology, Buddhism and Catholicism. Now he's a congregant, worship leader, cook and chair of the leadership team at St. Lydia's, an awesome dinner church in Brooklyn, NY, and spends as much time in nature as possible. Phil has been a political party leader, videographer, tech journalist, punk roadie, software designer, sheepherder, stockbroker and downtempo radio DJ. A common thread is the process of learning about stuff, figuring it out and then sharing that understanding with others. Follow Phil by RSS feed, email, Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

  • Julie

    I have to put in a good word for the potato pancakes from the Poultry Mart in Great Neck, NY. I don’t know if they still make them, or if they are still yummy delicious, but nothing and nobody has ever topped those for me. They were kind of rubbery, come to think of it, but I’ve had a lot of “great” home made potato pancakes and I still miss Poultry Mart’s!

    • http://www.philfoxrose.com Phil Fox Rose

      I think Bruce’s were better, but how could I forget Poultry Mart. I think maybe their secret was they put schmaltz in everything! :-)

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