Well there is a new record for Canadian body builder and mechanical engineering student Pete Czerwinski. Did he lift a tremendous amount of weight, no he devoured 46 potato pancakes in eight minutes - a new world record - to win the National Potato Latke Eating Championship. And what do you get for getting the record, $300, and a case of Manishevitz. Oh boy, and he better add a case of Rolaids for after the contest. Czerwinske broke the previous record of 31.
This record is nothing, I believe that during a Hanukkah, holiday celebration at our friends home in New Jersey, his family, my wife and I, probable surpassed this record, and with a dollop of sour cream on top of each one, plus a nice big portion of brisket. So I say to Mr. Czerwinski bring your game on down to New Jersey on Hanukkah at my friends home, and try to keep up.
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Willie, where have you been - you're not keeping up!
This year we celebrated "Hanukkah without Monica" at Jeremy's house although we brought the potato latkes and the brisket for the festivities. Although I did buy most of the Idaho potato harvest for 2008, I only used about 6 or 7 pounds of potatoes in latke preparation. I even went so far as to precook the food so I could enjoy dinner with the family, but I was disappointed in several areas.
First there were left over latkes! Yes leftovers! I am afraid no records were set this year.
Second, when the dreidels came out, they was no taunting of “Dreidel boy, you’re going down!” Jeremy looked disappointed.
Third, no one tried to eat the Hanukkah gelt, rather then bet with the chocolate coins. The predominate activity was in fact stacking and building with the coins. (The result of a two and three year old at the table.)
And finally the high point of the Dreidel competition was applauding the fact that my three year old grand son could spin a dreidel . . . “All by himself.”
I miss the old days.
Wouldn’t an evening in New Jersey, sitting with friends, taunting children while playing games for “Fabulous” prizes be more fun then shoveling tons of snow in Maine?
Maybe next year you and Monica will see the light and join us for the holidays.
We will make that happen I hope next year, and you can send those leftovers up to Maine we will put them where they are suppose to go. In the stomach.
Bad news. The leftovers are no more. They were sooooo good.
:)
DRAT!
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