Tonight marks the beginning of Hanukkah and, in honor, Jennifer, of the always smart and hilarious Perfectly Disheveled, and I decided to do a latke recipe swap (Jennifer’s family latke recipe; my latke recipe). But our idea turned out to be so much more than a simple trade.
Jennifer and I connected. We shared about our busy lives and where food fits into family, about our holiday traditions and the loved ones who shaped them. (You must read about Jennifer’s Nana Jean and her super special ingredient latkes.)
And isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? Food bringing people together.
Food is the connection between us, to the past, to the future, and to cultures both similar and different than our own. And no time is that ever more evident than during the holidays. We pull out recipes from our grandmas, work on new ones that we hope will be passed down through generations and celebrate (eat!) with friends who celebrate Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Christmas, or maybe more than one of the above.
Connecting with Jennifer—and through her, Nana Jean—feels like kismet to me. Like something that was meant to happen. One of those small miracles of life, like once, long ago, when oil enough for one night burned for eight.