We have a lovely old Italian lady who lives next to us. She's a widow, and LOVES living in Surry Hills - she walks everywhere and gets all dressed up to go to church on Sunday. So cute. She has us over for coffee (which I stopped drinking four years ago - with the exception of trips next door - you try telling an 80 year old Italian you don't drink coffee), and force feeds us cookies "Why you no eat? Take it, take it". She also regularily passes fried snacks over the fence. They are so awesome. I don't know what it is, but I'm pretty sure it consists of grated zuchinni (grown in her brother's garden) made into some sort of pancake like thing and fried in oil. I like to add salt on top for that extra bit of health benefit.
We have to mention this on the billboard when we sell the house: "stone benchtops, built in master robe, original floors, neighbour cooks fried snacks" - that's at least 10 grand extra value right there.
Friday's installment:
these remind me of some snacks here 'pakoras' which are basically anything veg; peas, potato, cauliflower - whole chillies, rolled in flour and fried. So darn good.
ReplyDeleteSeriously theologians should look to frying for existence of a God.
dodd