And for this I am grateful
My life would be a poorer place without apple and saltfish fritters. So I'm on board with diversity being a good enough thing for me to avoid the corn ones on hearsay.
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And for this I am grateful
My life would be a poorer place without apple and saltfish fritters. So I'm on board with diversity being a good enough thing for me to avoid the corn ones on hearsay.
Hushpuppies are deep fried cornbread that they usually have worked scallions into. They get served at Redbones with a vinegar dipping sauce (very savory, unlike the corn fritters that get served with maple syrup).
I love popovers too. You never seem to get them anywhere anymore, though.
Yum. Now I want a fritter of any kind, or hushpuppies. And yet I see none in my immediate future. Life is cruel.
After our New England trip when we first had popovers, my mom bought a popover pan and would make them a few times a year. Yummmm.
t sits next to Teppy and bemoans a hushpuppy-free existence
I was brought up otherwise, though, so it's still my favorite, regardless of what ChiKat says (she's the one who broke the news to me).
I would like to say, for the record, that technically corn is a vegetable. But, nutritionally speaking, starch all the way baby. Lots of fiber, tho.
I like corn fritters but I like hushpuppies better. My mom makes killer hushpuppies with chunks of onion in them. Yum.
No fritters, but textual nudity of the celebrity sort.
I curse the impulse for co-worker to schedule a 1pm meeting. I hate those. It pretty much means I can't go out for lunch, especially when I'm in meetings until noon. And have mad work to do anyway.
Still, the rotisserie chicken from the caf wasn't bad. Wasn't good, but that's asking a lot.
I like corn fritters.
I do not like hushpuppies
I like pizza.
I like bagels.
I like hot-dogs with mustard and beer.
I could eat egg-plants.
I could even eat a baby deer.
t /Homer Simpson, food critic
No fritters, but textual nudity of the celebrity sort.
They were talking about that on the radio during my drive home today. She is never, ever going to live this down.