I’M MOSTLY KIDDING ABOUT THE ‘OY.’ CHANUKAH IS WONDERFUL, even if, midway through my first Chanukah here in East Hampton, it’s a far cry from the days when my kids were young and we sometimes had eight consecutive nights of festivities (cue the klezmer fiddles).
I started the holiday on an architectural high note, attending Friday night services at the Jewish Center of the Hamptons, below, an extraordinary synagogue designed by Norman Jaffe in the mid-1980s. It synthesizes elements of Old World wooden synagogues, the shingle vernacular of the Hamptons, and Jaffe’s wedge-shaped modernist residences, which he built prolifically for clients in this area before his premature death in 1993.
The interior is built up of vertically etched pale wood pilasters, oddly angled in repeating layers, that create a literally awesome experience, warmer and more intimate than I would have imagined from the outside.
I made the traditional potato latkes the other night for my neighbors across the road. They came out delicious (it’s hard to mess up fried potatoes). I served them with homemade applesauce (secret ingredient: apricot jam), roasted Brussels sprouts and garlic, and a salad with blue cheese.
Three nights to go. Three more latke ops.