A few years ago a group of us had a “fried dinner” party at a friend’s house. Fried chicken, fried okra and fried pickles were served, along with copious amounts of beer and wine. Our friends are southern, and they know how to fry. And drink beer. It was a most excellent dinner party.
As delicious as everything was, the fried pickles were a revelation. I’d never even heard of them, let along tasted the wonder that is deep fried dills. I wanted to eat the whole batch myself. Continue reading
