proof that it’s always your mother’s fault

potato latkes
Mine.

Over the past three months, I have been the model Jenny Craig/Jazzercise citizen. I’ve resisted Dunkin’ Donuts, Sprinkles cupcakes, cronuts — and haven’t felt deprived once.

Then my mom brought over her potato latkes and mandel bread for Thanksgivvukah, and all hell broke loose.

I would guess I’ve eaten maybe 30 latkes — with sour cream — and a dozen pieces of mandel bread since Thursday night. (It’s only Saturday morning now.)

So, as we always do, I blame my mother.

And thank her.

And love her.

And will go back to being good now that it’s all gone.

mandel bread
That empty space is from the piece I had to have while taking the picture. You’d understand if you tasted these.

9 thoughts on “proof that it’s always your mother’s fault

  1. Lois, I’m sorry…. Didn’t you share with Michael, Alex and Sara? Madge, I put powdered sugar on the matzah meal latkes at Passover. Try them.

  2. Your mother sounds like mine! Anyway, her latkes look delicious. This year for thanksgivukkah, we had sweet potato latkes with homemade applesauce (less caloric than sour cream and delicious).

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