Well, it's *meant* to be Emil's bandoleer of incendiary fluid, and little flames of anticipation.
Ah well. Sorry it wasn't clear.
And
of course you can have these at any time of the year. You can feel that happy justified glow of
observance this week. There are zillions of versions, with pretty much anything you can get to stick together long enough to fry. A bit of parsnip is nice mixed in, kumara/sweet potato tastes nice but is difficult to get crispy.
Slathering of
butter would fall under observance of another Jewish holiday, Shavuot - when Moses came down from Sinai with freshly minted laws of kashrut, they realised that the meat prepared for the camp's meals were not in accordance, so they (so the story goes) had vegetarian and dairy meals instead. Naturally, that translates to cheesecake and cheese blintzes with sour cream.
Fun fact: I was always on grating duty in my household, because I can process onions all day with no tears. Only if the onion is really fresh do I get slightly affected.
Spoiler: not so fun fact • show The ex will probably shed copious tears making the latkes now, but they aren't for me.
