Everywhere we went in Germany, they were kind enough to offer latkes. These pretty babies we ate in Butzbach:
Well, they weren't exactly called latkes, they were called kartoffelpuffer, or potato pancakes. But if it looks like a latke, smells like a latke and tastes like a latke, then it's a latke! I lost track of how many times we ate these. Let's just say, I am very glad that we had to walk a lot, or my scale would have been very unhappy with me. We usually had the kartoffelpuffer with applesauce, but they offered them with numerous topping choices, including lox and sour cream. Oh, oily delight, how I miss you.
Scrappy Gen
Genealogical Connection: What did your ancestors eat for their holiday? How does it differ from your celebration today?
