Not to be rude, but there’s something a little scary about jelly donuts. It’s not the donut part. It’s not even the jelly part, to be frank. I just don’t like surprises in my sweets. Don’t ever hand me a box of chocolates without a very clear map of exactly what’s in there, and at which precise coordinates. Also, I call dibs on anything with pistachio, always.
But let’s return to jelly donuts. As a Jew, I can assure you that Hanukkah can be a trying time for the jelly-donut-averse.
Yes, the holiday is mostly about latkes, and dreidels, and menorahs, and Maccabees, and lights, and miracles, and togetherness, but a small part of it is also about jelly donuts. If you’re like me, I’ve got an alternative: Let’s change the donut to a fritter-style cocoa puff and save the jelly for our morning toast….