Well, it's- potato and onion with a binding agent. It's a whole thing. I used flour I found, since we didn't have chicken schmaltz. [Peter looks around at his latke disaster trying to remember specifics.] I literally have no idea anymore, I kinda just went for it?

Baking is kinda more science than like cooking a lot of the time-? I mean, that's what May said whenever she ruined a cake. [His mood briefly dips at mention of May, but he tries to push past it.]