
To be perfectly honest, I'm glad Chanukah comes but once a year. I hate frying.
The smell clings to my hair and clothes and leaves my home less hygge and more haimishe in terms of odour. Not the sophisticated scent I want to welcome visitors with.
Despite the whiff and the danger to my arteries of deep frying, I'll admit to enjoying a crunchy latke (or two), especially with a slathering of apple sauce or for brunch, with creme fraiche and smoked salmon.