Some years, my early December birthday overlaps with Chanukah (don't worry about the English spelling - there's no right or wrong); and this is just such a year. My daughter immediately makes the connection, as soon as I mention the fact. "Abba'chka, can we have sufganiyot to celebrate your birthday this year? Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray!" Sufganiyot? Sure, I figured you'd ask. Essentially, they are donuts, fried in oil, as all traditional Chanukah foods are; but in Israel - sufganiyot are a -major- cultural phenomenon. Every bakery strives to outdo itself and its competitors every year with sundry decadent, colorful sufganiyot flavors; they literally produce -menus- to guide customers through shelves covered in donut rainbows. Throughout much of the Western world, including the USA - where I grew up - Christmas trees, Santa Clauses, nativity scenes are everywhere in the winter season; chicks, eggs, bunny rabbits are ubiquitous during Easter... Whereas here, in Israel, the world's one Jewish state, I see Jewish, rather than Christian, holiday symbols in shop windows, lining the streets, covering the walls of our public schools. Home; Israel is simply home. It's the one place in the whole world where it's entirely natural to be Jewish; I can appreciate this so much because I'm intimately familiar with the diaspora. Here, Jewish life is dynamic and alive; vibrant and colorful - not unlike the sufganiyot my daughter has been salivating over (they're already being sold, weeks before Chanukah begins, but I won't tell her that). My child does not appreciate Israel, due, in part, to tender age (only natural); but also perspective - she has nary a concept of being a religious minority (only natural). Of course(!) there will be sufganiyot at every corner during Chanukah - duh! She's already wondering what new flavors they'll have this year. "Yes, Dear, of course we will - we'll go together to the bakery to pick some out!" And I think to myself -once again- that -I- could have been her if my parents hadn't decided to move our family to America.
d’Verse Poetics Prompt:
‘Epiphany in the Time of Holiday’
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65 thoughts on “Sufganiyot, or: Donuts”
In the streets of America you have to look more closely to see the lights of them menorah, just like the miracle of the oil. But it always looks sweet when you spot them. Chag Sameach!
❤ Evelyn ❤ – it depends on where in the USA you are, I think 😀
Thanks so much and chag sameach to you too!
With son and grandkids staying with us for Thanksgiving, Shabbos, and the first night of Chanukkah, I am NOT making Sufganiyot this year – no way! Latkes, however, is a different story…
Enjoy your family time ❣️
Thank you, dear friend. 😻
Now i want to eat donuts🍩. And my birthday comes again next February. God willing
❤ ❤ Gillena ❤ ❤