Imagine my surprise when I walked into a restaurant a few months back and saw fried pickles on their happy hour menu. Unfortunately happy hour was only Monday-Friday, 4:30-6:40 PM. This day happened to be a Wednesday, but it was 7:30, so as much as I asked nicely, the pickles were a no go. I visited the restaurant again about a month later, but it was Sunday and this time my asking turned to begging, but still, no pickles were to be found.
So on Friday, bf was here and we were meeting my parents for dinner. I was determined to get my fried pickles. We got there before 6:30, ordered a plate and I waited eagerly with anticipation. Picture me doing a little excited-for-fried-pickles-dance in my chair. They arrived.....and they were ok. Not bad. But not great. It was a major letdown. Not because they were that bad, I had just been waiting for so damn long. After noticing my lack of over-the-top enthusiasm, bf suggested we try making them ourselves. The idea seemed foreign, but I wasn't sure why. I love to cook, why shouldn't I try fried pickles? Bf has some experience frying things, so he took the lead.
What You Will Need:
- a few pickles
- a small bowl of flour
- a few shakes of salt and pepper
- an egg
- a few tablespoons of milk
- about a cup of canola oil
I started by slicing up a few pickles. You want them to sit out a few minutes to dry off a bit.
In a small bowl, whisk together an egg and some milk.
In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour and some salt and pepper.
Enjoy the slices with whatever topping you like, I am partial to ranch dressing. Seriously though, I'm not sure I will ever order pickles again. Making them was so much fun and they were so amazing. It really hit the spot and satisfied my pickle craving in a way the restaurant pickles totally failed to do.