{"id":4845,"date":"2019-06-15T08:58:49","date_gmt":"2019-06-15T12:58:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/?p=4845"},"modified":"2019-06-16T06:22:22","modified_gmt":"2019-06-16T10:22:22","slug":"its-fathers-day-i-remember-my-father-in-the-kitchen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/its-fathers-day-i-remember-my-father-in-the-kitchen\/","title":{"rendered":"On Father&#8217;s Day I Remember My Father in the Kitchen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Father&#8217;s Day is about six months off from Hannukah, but it always makes me think of my father&#8217;s potato pancakes.<\/p>\n<p>Made in a large, battered cast iron pan, these latkes were always perfect: crisp outside, juicy inside, delicious whether served with sour cream, sugar, apple sauce, or just plain.<\/p>\n<p>I loved to watch my father cook, as patient as a scientist, as skilled as a musician playing a piece he&#8217;s performed more times than he can remember. Sometimes he even made what he called a potato babka: pouring the batter into a large loaf pan and baking it. The word itself still makes my mouth water decades later, though my own kitchen will never be filled with that aroma.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve used all kinds of pans, potatoes and onions over the years, but have never been able to duplicate his latkes, not even with his advice. I&#8217;m not just being nostalgic and romanticizing the past. Back then, my mother said her latkes were never as good as his, and she had learned to cook in Belgium.<\/p>\n<p>Did he consult a cookbook or was he remembering a recipe he had learned at home in eastern Czechoslovakia before the Holocaust? No, he just worked instinctively with the onions and potatoes, the flour, eggs, salt and pepper.<\/p>\n<p>Years later, in a college course where we read Castiglione&#8217;s <em>The Book of the Courtier<\/em>, I learned a wonderful Italian word:<em> sprezzatura<\/em>. It was the art that concealed all art, the ability to do things flawlessly without betraying any effort. While my father was no Renaissance man &#8212; I don&#8217;t remember him ever cooking much of anything else &#8212; perhaps <em>sprezzatura<\/em> was a secret ingredient of those latkes.<\/p>\n<p>And perhaps I tried too hard to match him, longed too deeply to recreate a moment in time that looked like magic and felt like a feast. These days, I don&#8217;t worry about equaling what he did, I just enjoy the memory of the love and dedication, the patience, and the sights and smells of my father loving his sons without words.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Lev Raphael is the author of 26 books in many genres which you can find on Amazon, most recently <a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/State-University-Murder-Hoffman-Mystery\/dp\/1564746097\/ref=sr_1_1?crid=38C22XV4ND11G&amp;keywords=state+university+of+murder+lev+raphael&amp;qid=1560603582&amp;s=gateway&amp;sprefix=state+university+of+mur%2Caps%2C164&amp;sr=8-1\"><em>State University of Murder<\/em><\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Lets-Criminal-Hoffman-Academic-Mystery-ebook\/dp\/B07RRWBNQ4\/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=let%27s+get+criminal&amp;qid=1560603645&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1\"><em>Let&#8217;s Get Criminal<\/em><\/a>, newly released as an ebook.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Father&#8217;s Day is about six months off from Hannukah, but it always makes me think of my father&#8217;s potato pancakes. Made in a large, battered cast iron pan, these latkes were always perfect: crisp outside, juicy inside, delicious whether served with sour cream, sugar, apple sauce, or just plain. 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