Low and Stout
I think I'm easily amused. I went looking for a picture of kohlrabi because I forgot to take a picture of mine before I shredded it. I came across this description of it on wikipedia, "a low, stout cultivar of cabbage." And for some reason that amused the hell out of me. And here I always thought I'd be an eggplant if I were a vegetable. Low. Stout.
Anyway....the first hour and a half at home after work almost killed me last night. I swear to God. Almost. KILLED. Me. Eventually I got through a 'discussion' with Owen without killing him, he began practicing trumpet and I told Leo I did not KNOW how to get Microsoft Train Simulator to work on the Mac. Supposedly there is a way to do it but I don't freaking know. I'd buy him Parallels but you have to have Windows too and that's too freaking expensive. Geesh. I went back downstairs and told Ernie I really needed a shot of hard liquor but instead had a glass of wine. Eventually I needed to figure out dinner. Ernie covered the chicken pieces with salt and pepper and some aleppo pepper and threw them in a super hot oven. I said I'd do the sides. I trudged in and poked around the refrigerator feeling distinctly uninspired. A lone kohlrabi sat there looking back at me.
It looked vaguely like this speciman on Wikepedia:
I peeled it and rinsed off some nice carrots and shredded them in my food processor. Yeah, I know you gotta wash the thing then but I still adore doing that. I tossed them all together, realized I'd used too much so put about a third of it in a plastic container to use another time. The rest I sprinkled with salt, pepper and a bit more aleppo pepper and mixed it all together with one raw egg. Once it was evenly coated a dumped some flour in, just enough to lightly coat it all. Then I put some peanut oil in a pan at medium heat and cooked (o.k...fried) my little fritters. They were supposed to served with some more of Malcolm's hot sauce but I forgot. However....they were WONDERFUL. I've done this kind of thing with zucchini or other vegetables but these were much, much better---more flavor, better texture. Even Owen pronounced them 'not bad' and Ernie actually really liked them as well (he's ordinarily somewhat fritter averse). It should have had some kind of fresh green salad with it all but hell....I'd just survived the Great Jazz Band Revolt of 2013....I wasn't up for getting more creative.
I nibbled the last fritter for dessert.
Low. Stout. Delightful.