The season won’t last much longer, so it seems a good time to share the technique we use for making one of the loveliest things one can pop into one’s mouth, e.g. with a glass of prosecco before dinner with friends: fried zucchini flowers. It seems that many people do complicated things with these flowers, like using them in soups or stuffing them with goat cheese, but in my opinion this is the very definition of gilding the lily.
There’s not much to it. You heat up an inch of light oil to just below the smoke point. While that’s happening, you mix flour and water to make a smooth, fluid batter the consistency of heavy cream. You slit the zucchini flowers along one side and spread them out to form a sort, um, let’s call it a frilly dress-like shape, maximizing the surface area. You coat the flowers lightly in batter, slip them into the oil, and take them out with tongs when they just begin to brown, laying them on a paper towel. (Which should be kept well clear of the hot oil and flames.) Sprinkle generously with coarse sea salt and serve without delay. Unfortunately it can be quite hard to get any in yourself when you’re sweating over the hot oil doing this for friends, as they seem to disappear immediately. Anselm alone has been responsible for making off with the lion’s share of this course.
Appearances notwithstanding, the flowers one usually uses are the males, which grow on stems. This recipe can be used for female flowers also, which appear a bit later in the season. In Italy one can often find small zucchini (only a couple of inches long) fresh enough to come with the female flowers still attached; cutting the whole thing in half lengthwise and proceeding as above yields a lovely sort of culinary centaur, half fried zucchini flower, half zucchini tempura. Move over, Jeffrey Eugenides!
I guess it might be more accurate to say that the fruit grow out of the end of the females.
Egregious inaccuracy! corrected.
Zukes alors!
Yummy! Garlic tops, those minaret like things at the market right now, are also delicious this way. I was extra hungry so I added an egg to the batter.
So fess...Did that paper towel catch fire or was that warning for the younger blog readers in the audience?
good ideas.. lighting the paper towel on fire: sorry to report that it’s happened to me more than once :)
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.. but after the famous 2nd degree burn of Halloween 2008, Anne and Michael gifted us with our very own kitchen burn kit.