Oh God, my God
of all the gifts You have given me
the potato pancake rises above
all my cherished possessions.
We are a people of the lasting oil
I am a person of the food
fried in the lasting oil. I am want
to put potato in mouth.
Crispy edges, browned so
my heart knows I mean business.
Soft shredded potato texture
on the inside – Egg and flour
even gluten free flour
holds it together without
affecting my whole thing.
Step aside jelly donuts.
You try so hard but
you ain’t potatoes.
You ain’t even small potatoes.
Sour cream and Apple sauce
Oh, praise God for the
combination of those two.
It was a fried potato that convinced
me I should be a believer.
At least for these eight nights.
This, a food from the world yet to come.
We’re crossing through the
gates of righteousness
a fork in our hand –
our cardiologist close behind.
Oh latke, I rededicate myself to you.
You are the miracle.