I'll deep fry just about anything.
Confession: I used to have a mack daddy deep fryer. It was a beauty, complete with a programable thermostat and the ability to auomatically drain cooled cooking oil through a fine meshed filter into a well, assuring me of clean oil for each use. Spiffy. What it took up in counter space, it made up for with outstanding productivity and usefullness. I loved it. I adored it.
CUI (cooking under the influence..of wine) can have its drawbacks and pitfalls in the home kitchen. Given enough time, the odds of things going wrong are pretty strong. Trust me. Stuff happens. Several months ago, during a slap-happy CUI evening, I cranked the deepr fryer to a ridiculous high temperature without refilling the cooking well with oil, causing the heating element to burn out. Bad move. The fryer was dead. Kaput. Cooked. I killed Kenny.
It was a happy day when Michael surprised me with a smaller more compact version of our old mack daddy deep fryer. Back in business. A few nights ago, I decided to christen our new kitchen countertop toy with an all out fry fest. I fried everything we had on hand. Literally.
There's nothing genius about frying food. Culinary clouds don't part with thunder claps. It's simply fun. A lot of fun. Period.