Yes, you read that right. We lit 11 candles last night. Hanukkah was extra miraculous this year to accommodate our schedule. It's never happened before and I'm sure it will never happen again, but I fried the PERFECT latkes. You know, that legendary light texture that sort of defies being created by large quantities of oil. mmmmmm. Well, I'm a latke traditionalist, but my guests were actually more ravey about the keftes de espinaca - even Joe ate something green for once :)
And the biggest hit of the night?
That's right, it was the Hanukkah banner kit that Richard got me for early-fake-Hanukkah. Tacky craft projects, they really tie a party together.