A New, Bestselling Children's Book About Latkes

So, the other night Megen and I were in the grocery store trying to come up with some dinner we could make, when the brilliant idea hit me, Latkes. I love Latkes, in all their greasy, heart attack inducing goodness, so obviously this is always a good plan. If Christians can have Christmas in July, well us Jews can have Hannukah in August because a. we're just more patient, case in point we're still waiting on our messiah and b. then we actually might have Hannukah in November and that is less waiting, which we can handle as well. So I made the Latkes and they turned out quite well, if perhaps a little under-salted and due to the lack of paper towel a little over-greasy, but still fried potatoes and onions, you can't really go wrong. Megen and I enjoyed the Latkes while watching Hellboy, and put them back in the fridge, on a plate covered in tin foil. The next morning I woke up, ate some latkes, and thought I put them back in the fridge. Well it turns out, after lost of confusion and declaring that the fridge had most definitely eaten the latkes, that they were actually placed in the cupboard. So this very silly state of affairs has inspired an idea for a children's book. Below is an excerpt from my New York Times Book List Topping, Newbury award winning book, The Case of the Missing Latkes.

Shmuel could not believe his ears. Someone had stolen the Latkes! Those delicious, golden brown potato pancakes that he had worked so hard to make with his m0ther had disappeared. Who would do such a thing? Well, Shmuel had listened to his father read him Sherlock Holmes and he knew what to do. He would find who stole them and get the Latkes back.

Shmuel walked up to his room, he grabbed his cap, his bubble pipe, and his magnifying glass. He called to his dog, Fish, and off they went on their search. First, Shmuel looked under his bed. There were a few old socks, his toy truck (he had been looking for that), and a stack of magazines from his brother that he wasn't allowed to look at till he was 14. All interesting things, but no Latkes.

The next place he went was his parents bedroom, his mother had made the Latkes after all, maybe she wanted them all for herself. He thought about where she would hide them if she wanted them to herself and realized they were probably in her dresser. He opened the first drawer and there was nothing but jewelry. Then he opened the second drawer which only had some socks. All of a sudden, Fish started barking! What could it be had Fish found the Latkes?

To find out what happened to the Latkes, well read my first story. By the way for those who don't know, the word for Fish in Hebrew sounds a lot like dog, so I've always thought it'd be funny to name a dog Fish.

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