Fellow cooks, I have a question for you. What do you do when you can see that something is going wrong with a recipe? Do you plow ahead? Do you start anew?
Not wanting to waste ingredients, I tend to plow ahead, and so it went on Friday when I attempted to make broccoli fritters. I was excited about the recipe because it looked so simple, and broccoli is one of the few veggies that I can count on Eleanor eating.
I needed to cook some broccoli; mix it with egg, cheese, and flour; mash the broccoli into bits; and then fry it. But when I dumped my cooked broccoli into the flour mixture and began to knead it with my potato masher, I saw a problem. My broccoli had needed longer to cook than the five minutes I had given it. Much longer. I pounded it with a bit more force. The broccoli pieces were still whole, but by this point they were coated in egg and flour, so cooking them further wasn’t an option. Onward!
I gripped the mixing bowl with my left hand, and I bludgeoned the broccoli.
“What are you doing, Mommy?” Eleanor asked, concerned about the thuds from the kitchen.
Several minutes later, with my right arm starting to ache, I gave up. I tried to cut some of the pieces with a knife but quickly lost my patience. As you see in the photo, we ended up with something resembling deep-fried broccoli. I sheepishly set it on the kitchen table in front of Greg and Eleanor.
And then, that dinner-time question that every parent dreads:
“Mommy, what is that?”