The entire house reeks of oil. Oil, oil, oil. At the gym this morning, oil was oozing from my pores. Thanks to an evening of latke frying (that’s potato pancakes for you goyim out there), my skin isn’t losing that fresh I’m-16-years-old sheen. But people came and ate my latkes (and truffles and oatmeal-cranberry cookies and rugelah…), so I’m a happy Chanukaher.
And speaking of which, a happy Chanukah to all and to all a good night!
