I decided to fry a few pickles, so I went with the simplest possible recipe. I bought the Vlasic Oval dill pickles, since they looked larger than any of the other hamburger sliced pickles. I heated up a little peanut oil (which feels pretty heavy if you mostly use olive oil). Then I coated the pickles with flour that had a little black pepper, cayenne pepper, and dill in it. Throw them in the hot oil until they brown. The end. If you tried frying pickles, send a photo to email@example.com and we can have a slideshow tribute. I will caution you not to coat cheese in a little flour and toss it in hot oil. This is not the recipe for cheesesticks. It is a recipe for a gooey mess.
I'm a firm believer that much of the food of the world is best fried. True, some I prefer not to touch. Yes, fried insects of any kind, I'm talking about you. The photo shows you one of my absolute favorites. I can eat fries pickles like candy. I also get sick like I've eaten a 2 lb. Bag of M&M's. But, it is a blissful bit of nausea. The saltiness of the dill pickles is enhanced by frying. I'm normally a sweets person when it comes to snacks. I really enjoyed this tortilla chip I had once. It was smothered in caramel and chocolate the way all chips should be. I do not know why it was on the clearance shelf at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel. I'm not going to put up a recipe for fries pickles. Surely it is as simple as dipping them in some sort of batter and placing them in super hot oil. Of course, nothing is ever that simple for me. Let's all give it a try this week and see what happens.
I don't know what it is that draws me to the World's Longest Yard Sale. Starting today, people are out and about. Some are traveling from Alabama to Michigan to find that special something. We did not attempt that with Proper Southern baby girl in tow; babies aren't thrilled with the riding involved. I would like to thank the Internet and the American Pickers for ruining yard sales. Everyone thinks they have valuables and price them as such. I do like that roadside fare included pintos. You just don't see a good pinto bean stand everywhere. We ended up covering three states without intending to do so. My advice would be to fill up the gas tank before heading out on such an adventure. I do wish I had. I do believe we were in "summers" Georgia and "idunnowher" Alabama. Maybe we didn't make it to Tennessee; I don't know what happened after the panic of no gas in the middle of nowhere set in. On the bright side, we ran across a Guthrie's just in time for lunch. Love their chicken fingers! That seem more appealing than the BBQ on th side of the road being cooked in something that resembled a missle. Guess I need to be more adventurous. We really didn't find anything other than chicken fingers, but I encourage you to head out on your search for treasures this weekend.