Here is Tidings in full.
As for trumpets sounding, I also returned to an early photo of my son who fell in love with the instrument in fourth grade. He's nineteen and still playing.
|These are the potatoes, peeled and sliced thin a la food processor.|
|These are the sliced onions. I think they look like a strange fish cut in half.|
|Must drain liquid from the sliced potatoes. We used Maine potatoes.|
|Wrap sliced potatoes in a clean dish towel and keep squeezing out that excess liquid.|
|Ready to begin forming pancakes after potatoes, onions, egg and touch of flour are added. (My son used corn flour. It worked great.)|
|Plate full of heaven with a side of candle lights. Happy Chanukah!|
|P.S. Sour cream and applesauce also required!|
|My dad looking for action, and maybe a little trouble, too, flying down this snowy hill.|
|In the yard, tending to his flowers and shrubs, where my dad was happiest.|
|Entrance to Boston's Public Garden|