Many people gave us recipe books as wedding gifts. I think that's kind of a standard thing to do, especially if they know you like cooking. My mom gave us quite a few, namely Company's Coming, with titles such as "Slow-Cook Recipes" or "The Potato Book". Jake and I absolutelylove the slow cook book, especially since I work so late. It comes in handy to have a nice meal ready as soon as we get in the door.
In our meal planning ventures for this week, we had deemed yesterday the "Chicken/carrot/potato" day, unsure of what we would make. Out came The Potato Book, and I checked off a few recipes that seemed interesting or if we had all the ingredients. We decided upon latkes, which, I'm told by "reliable" sources, are a Jewish treat around the time of Channukah. At first glance it looks easy-grate the potatoes, grate the onions, mix in an egg, some flour, and salt and pepper, and Voila!, a nice side to your meal.
Not if you have the world's crappiest grater. I was so frustrated, but too stubbourn to let Jake help me, even though he asked me two or three times if I wanted him to do it. No, I was gonna take the pain, make myself the martyr, beat these potatoes into submission if I had to. (It was a lame sort of determination that I need to work on, ok?)
All suffering aside, they kinda turned out like this:
MMMMM, fried deliciousness. Yes, they were worth all the effort. Jake and I enjoyed a delicious meal after all (especially the chicken with shawarma sauce that he made).