Today I decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Except I ran out of flour. An intelligent person would have gone to the store to get more, but apparently I'm not an intelligent person, because I didn't do that. I baked them as they were. Needless to say, they looked a little odd when they came out of the oven.
"Mom," my daughter said. "What the heck are those?"
"Chocolate chip latkes," I said.
She looked at me like I was nuts. "Seriously, Mom?"
"Yeah, seriously. They're perfectly flat like potato latkes. But they're not potato latkes."
My son came over to investigate. "You really made chocolate chip latkes?"
"Sure," I said. "Try one."
He grabbed one off the tray and took a bite. "Mmmm. These are good!"
My daughter still wasn't buying it.
"Go ahead, try one," I told her.
She did. "Hmmm," she said. "These are actually pretty good."
Then my son had an idea. "Mama, can you make these on Hanukkah?"
All right. Potato latkes and chocolate chip latkes - a new tradition! (Now if I can only remember exactly how much flour I used!)