I made them. Fried. Oil. Oh, the sweet sizzling of it.
We ate them. Fried. Potatoes. Onions. Ohhhh, why oh why does heart disease have to run in my family? I want to eat the fried potato-y goodness forever.
And then, could it get any better? Mallomars for dessert.
Heaven is hanukkah.
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6 years ago