Submitted by Sandra Banas, Brunswick, Maine My dad used to make these latkes every year at Hanukkah. He said he got the recipe from his momma, who made them in a coal-fired stove in her big kitchen in Burlington, Vermont. Dad was a wonderful cook who found joy and relaxation in the kitchen, and my mom, my two sisters, and I were pleased to be the recipients of his creations. Later in his life, Dad went to my sister’s house to make the latkes, often standing in her kitchen, grating, mixing, and frying possibly 100 or so, depending on how many people were coming to dinner that evening. We always told my dad that the only problem with his latkes was that there never seemed to be enough! Dad taught all of his girls the nuances of making latkes so we, in turn, could recreate the experience with our own families. …