Every year my mother buys jelly donuts for us when we come to visit for Hanukkah and every year, we all tell her that we don’t like jelly donuts.
At least she doesn’t try to cook them. She’s an awful cook. And she doesn’t understand food. She makes latkes in the oven (not fried) the day before we come, freezes them, then defrosts them when we come over. And we eat two and pretend we like them and cover them with enough sour cream so that we can’t taste them.
We used to go home and make our own another day, but they’re also kind of a pain in the ass to make, so we just deal with shitty latkes once a year now.
Her matzoh ball soup is fine, but it’s very hard to fuck that up.
Oh, the homemade donuts, all 122 of them were well received! As well as the hamantaschen. But when you’re making a gross of them, it just takes a long time.
I like latkes, but it was one of them few holiday cooking things that I did not get pushed into doing as a kid (and now several decades later still do for the family)
Challah, hamantaschen, donuts…mostly all the dessert things, I guess. And the charoset! There’s more, but I forget until I get the call and start baking for her.
