Sufganiyot, or: Donuts

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’

At d’Verse, poets were invited to imagine a moment of pausing, a still point of epiphany this holiday season. You may write using any poetic form, whatever suits. What would having an epiphany during this holiday season look like for you (or someone you know or imagine)?

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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65 thoughts on “Sufganiyot, or: Donuts”

  1. 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!

  2. 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…

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