"Okay, explain this to me again?" Xander demanded, looking at the plate before him dubiously. They were sitting on high bar stools in the Rosenberg kitchen, gathered around an island heaped with food.
Willow sighed. "Okay, well, you like hash browns, right?"
"Ooh! And you know how, on 'breakfast for lunch' days in fifth grade, how we had those funky triangle shaped hash browns?"
"I loved those!" Xander perked up.
"Latkes are like round versions of those." Willow rolled a candle between her fingers, hoping it would somehow give her the strength to get through this night.
"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" Xander eyed his plate eagerly.
Buffy cleared her throat. "Okay, now explain this cup of vinegar thing."
"Yeah, and this really goes on for, like twenty days or something, right?" Xander asked around a mouthful of potato pancake.
Willow sighed. It was going to be a long Hanukkah.