I plan(ned?) to make the Real Kind on Friday, the kind that require you to grate so many potatoes that you can't bend your fingers for a week, but for the sake of ease, my test run was with the boxed kind:
I mixed up the batter...
...and promptly realized I had no idea how to make latkes. Enter my good friend Daphne, coworker & food editor of ChallahCrumbs.com, who served as my Yiddishe mama & explained how the whole hot oil aspect of latke-making works. Heat it on medium, she told me, & spritz it with some water from your fingers. If it spits at you, it's hot enough. And so I did:
But oil is scary, & I am accident-prone, so I located my prescription-less hipster specs, the only "goggles" I could think of, to protect my beloved eyeballs:
Uh, deck the halls with jowls & chins. Anyway, at first it sort of worked:
And then it sort of didn't:
And then it did again!
The first few came out of the oil mushy or in clumps, but when I finally plucked out these crispy little beauties, I knew it was all gonna be OK:
And then dinner happened, because what are latkes for if not to devour? My preferred condiment is applesauce, & if you doubt the deliciousness of this combo, I encourage you to reconsider.
When dinner was over, I made these:
Yes, I do believe it was a good day.