3/26/2006

Episode 1: Deep Fried Calamari

It was a Saturday afternoon; the sun was shining and the winds of the West were blowing. The man-made lake next to my apartment complex was sending us the sweet aromas of suburban sea life. Today was the day for squid.

After visiting our friends at Podesto's and picking up our high-quality, pre-packaged, frozen squid, we went home and got to work. Instead of being a family of happy octupi, it was a 1 Pound solid brick of fishy flesh. Defrosting and seperating were the first tasks.


We laid out our freshly defrosted squid on a 100% organic birch cutting board and prepard to create the famous "calamari rings" -- previously thought to be a delicacy reserved for restaurants. The hollow bodies of the squid (also known as "tubes") would be sliced at regular intervals to create the sought after rings. The tentacles would remain intact until fry time. As the squid lay segregated, they called for Allison's freshly-sharpened blade.



Once cut, preparing the calamari for entry into the deep fryer was a 3 step process:
  • 1. Playfully toss in plastic bag filled with flour/paprika/cajun seasoning concoction.
  • 2. Slather in egg/soy milk mixture. (Substitute cow milk if desired)
  • 3. Generously immerse in Italian bread crumbs until every crevice is evenly coated.

We had 1 pound of expertly cleaned, sliced and seasoned squid. To the deep fryer!

We filled the Kmart 1970s fryer with 3/4 gallon of peanut oil and set it to 375 degrees. The oil licked and spat, indicating its excitement for the frying to come. The fryer, after lying dormant for 15 years, reflected the oil's enthusiasm.
Although their feelings were outwardly strong, they could not match the anticipation in our hearts. We had talked about it, dreamt about it, and visualized it happening for at least 2 weeks, and now it was actually going to occur! We were deep frying!

The safety light dimmed, signalling that the oil's premium frying temperature had been achieved. We overloaded a slotted metal spoon with a mound of breaded rings and tentacles.
The moment of truth was upon us. We lowered our bounty into the hot oil, being careful to avoid the tiny droplets of hot oil whizzing by our faces.

In an instant, the tasty morsels were submerged and frying. As they danced in the hot oil, we too celebrated the moment with a heartfelt embrace.

Within 45 seconds the squid were golden brown and ready to be plucked from their oily bath. The fryer's convenient built-in strainer spared our tender hands from the dangerous waters.



When the dust settled, over 50 pieces of breaded and fried calamari were drying on a paper towel, waiting to be eaten.

We were getting antsy. We just wanted to seek our teeth into the succulent squid as soon as possible. A plate was prepared with the essentials: Lemon wedges, sourdough bread, and lettuce garnish.

Everyone knows a mis-chosen beverage can ruin a good meal. To accompany our meal, we selected elite Pyramid Hefeweizen.

We gorged ourselves on the deep-fried treats and washed it down with a full-bodied brew!


Stay tuned for the next adventure where we slay another deep fried monster!

3/25/2006

Peanut Oil!




We'd like to welcome Heavenly Pride brand peanut oil to the Adventures in Deep Frying team. We chose peanut oil for many reasons:






  • High smoking point makes it suitable for the HIGH temperatures needed for frying. Our food will soak up less oil because of the extreme temperature. In short, some like it hot.
  • One Tablespoon is 22% of our daily value of fat. (see nutrition facts)
  • We found a gallon for $8.99 at Safeway.

3/23/2006

The Apparatus: Our Deep Fryer

You know how some of your favorite posessions are the least practical? And some of your best friends require the most effort to remain friends? Such is our relationship with the circa 1978 Kmart Cooker-Fryer.

If you have ever valued nostalgia more highly than functionality (perhaps by eating at Sonic burger), you can understand our affection for this monstrosity. Raided from my mother's kitchen, this chrome-plated fryer has all the characteristics expected from a Cold War era appliance: the bold lettering, the pale yellow base, and the quilt-patterned un-grounded power chord. Sure, it doesn't have as many fancy features as its descendants, but the one oversized temperature knob is all you really need anyway. I'll be the first to admit that the "Breaded Veal Chops" setting is a little disturbing, but it gives the unit character and speaks volumes of latter-day Americana.

This appliance takes no prisoners. It has no graphics of any kind. In no way does it make considerations for safety amidst scalding oil (a la The Cornballer). In a world of pre-sliced apples and lettuce-wrapped burgers, the deep fryer ignores all health and time constraints: It takes forever, and it's exceedingly fatty.

And that's why we love it.