Parsnip fritters

[desperance]

Really, nothing could be simpler.

Peel your parsnips, cut them into chunks and boil same 'til done: on the order of twenty minutes, tho' it might be less.

Add salt and pepper, and mash same. Then stir in a finely chopped onion, a tablespoon of flour and an egg. Beat all together.

With floury hands, mould the puree into flattish cakes (it will be sticky: more flour! more flour!) and fry in hot lard (or oil, but I think it's crispier in lard) until crispy on one side; turn over, and crisp on the other.

I ate these last night with oxtail stew, and they were yummy. You could add spices, other vegetables, herbs. Whatever goes well with that sweet rootiness of parsnip.

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Guilty as charged, clearly; no other explanation exists.

Also, om-nom-nom.

[gillpolack.livejournal.com]

I have to decide what to do with it. All I know right now is that there is no hurry and I don't want it to turn into soup. I also know it's Belted Gallloway, I guess.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

In this house, oxtail is frequently stewed with juniper berries and baby onions and such. You're right about soup; I grew up on the tinned version, and while I'm sure it can be nicer than that, it still misses the whole point and purpose of oxtail, which is to fork the meat gently off the bones. And then suck the bones.

[gillpolack.livejournal.com]

A slow stew tempting me to work a bit longer so that it can cook to its fullest. I think that's the perfect thing for one of those summer nights when the weather turns chill. I shall make sure I have the ingredients on hand, ready (I always have juniper and often have small onions, anyhow - it's just a question of other stewish things). My turn to om-nom-nom.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Rosemary is good also, and thyme of course (tho' I realise suddenly, I have no idea how easy or otherwise it is to maintain a herb garden in Australia...?). Carrots, baby turnips... As you say, stewish things.

[gillpolack.livejournal.com]

Herbs grow beautifully here, just not for me. No plants grow for me. They know I will cook with them and they announce "I'd rather die" and then they promptly kick the bucket.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

And yes, I too do that thing of putting something slow on to cook, with the argument that I have nothing to do now but work more. I'm doing it right this minute, indeed, one last half-page before the bigos...