Potato and Turnip Latkes

When a bell rings, an angel gets his wings. And when a gentile burns her latkes, somewhere a Bubbe cries, "Oy vey!"



Clearly, I did not do this right... unless latkes are supposed to be an unpalatable war between charred grated turnips and raw grated potatoes.



I turned down the heat, squeezed out more liquid and tried again with smaller handfuls. The second batch came out much better, but they still sponged up olive oil at an alarming rate and never quite seemed to cook in the center. Oy Gevalt.

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