As I reflect on the past four days of Hanukkah, prepare for the fifth night of celebration, and rejoice in the miracle that took place for eight nights in a row, it’s the strength of the Maccabees that I’m drawing on right now! Seriously, eight food-, wine-, and dessert-filled days of partying are not to be taken lightly. But I believe I’m up to the challenge.

Last night, we enjoyed a gold star meal of brisket and roasted vegetables prepared by my mother; cheesy potatoes, apple pie, and eggnog with bourbon supplied by my brother and sister-in-law; and Basil Haydn Punch and Hanukkah-themed goodies courtesy of Will and me.

One highlight of the evening was when Dad broke out his famous fruitcake. He lets it sit for at least one day to allow the flavors to meld before serving. I swear, my dad gets better every year at making this cake. His recipe is a closely guarded family secret, so if you want it, you’re going to have to marry into the family or become a close friend!

I do have pictures to share, but again, we all laughed at not having pre-dinning photos of all the beautiful food or our hanukkiahs with four nights-worth of candles. We’ll try again tonight as we light five candles with the shamash.

Praying Adonai’s blessings on you and yours. We’ll see you tonight at sundown.

~The Gibsons