Baby Flava's Uncle Flava appeared in his local newspaper. Just like Grammie Flava and Mama Flava, he too made latkes for Chanukah. He was asked to be interviewed and photographed while making traditional Chanukah items and he chose Challah and latkes.
Uncle Flava lives out West, but the ingredients were the same, the method was the same and the feelings were the same...a connection to our family and traditions.
As the last Chanukah candle burned out...I thought of Baby Flava's family all over the country and world, all celebrating the same thing together yet apart. As each of us took our bite of latke, whether with sour cream, applesauce, salt, or 'heaven' forbid ketsup; we were all joined in the sensory memory of our tradition, our family, love, friendship linking us to past generations and Baby Flava, our future generations...invoked by the simple act of eating.
May your holiday memories be as sweet.
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