Fried pickles. A year ago I might have given you a face like this at the thought, but then we actually tried them and I looked like this.
They were good, but the restaurant gave us a whopping 12 pickle chips to split between the five of us, which wasn’t so good. (I’m looking at you, Buffalo Wild Wings.)
Anyway, I knew I could easily find a recipe for them online so the next time I went grocery shopping I picked up a jar. And it’s sat in the pantry for months because knowing I can do something sadly doesn’t trump being lazy.
This weekend Mike and the girls have been glued to one football game or another, so I was able to sneak into the kitchen this afternoon and tackle something of my own. (Sorry.) Read More