Last night I came home from the Farmer's Market with a few green tomatoes.
I just needed to quickly fry them then my dinner was complete.
However I came home to find Chef Tell (aka Stephen) in my kitchen.
He was preparing to make fried pickles!
One of his favorites as he is a true redneck at heart.
He did not have a recipe because that is too old school.
Kids, I mean true chefs, get everything from You Tube.
Yes, he had a You Tube video explaining the whole process.
He told me not to freak out...he knew what he was doing. (red flag)
He told me he needed 8 cups of oil for frying. Yikes!
I tried to explain that a little thin pickle did not need 8 cups of oil
to cook in.
What do I know?
As he was coating the pickles with flour I had to leave.
It was time to take AK to horse back riding.
It takes me exactly 15 minutes round trip.
So imagine my concern when I turn into our cul-de-sac to see every window and door downstairs on my home open.
I pull into the garage and find that door open too.
Deep breath. Hope for a small fire with not too much damage.
As I enter the garage I can smell the smoke.
Luckily that was all there was. Lots and lots of smoke.
Well that and a huge mess of oil and flour
And one exasperated but happy 19 year old and his plate of fried pickles.
I told him I will not be nearly as mad if I can take a picture and blog about it.
His comment: See it worked out for both of us, you get your story and I got my pickles.
Note to self:
NEVER leave teenager home alone to fry anything.
I really wish I had taken a picture of the mess.
This was going to be my Top That Tuesday post but after the clean up I was too tired to write about it!