Risotto Croquettes– Pg. 67

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YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!  I love it I love it I love it and was soooooo excited to see this recipe in here!!!  I’m pretty sure risotto is the food of the Gods- whatever the hell God you believe in, they all eat risotto. 
I have tried on countless, countless occasions to get this right and here the problem all along was that was I making the risotto wrong.  Which I really had no idea you could do…
Well let me rephrase, I learned to make risotto the creamy way- which is time consuming and gives you a great pump in your biceps, but doesn’t work so well for holding together the next day to make any kind of fried deliciousness.  Low and behold you can actually boil it… ha!  Who knew?  I always wondered how restaurants made it so quickly, and I’m sure there is a trick I will learn in culinary school that will bring up the red velvet curtain, but for now I am content to be enamored at the fact there is more than one way to cook risotto. 


And now rereading that paragraph I feel relatively idiotic for even admitting that.  After all, it’s just rice. 
*sigh*
But with my new-found boiling trick the filling was very easy, I used ground buffalo since it’s pretty lean and very flavorful.  Boiled the rice, added the onions and other various accoutrement for the filling, tomatoes, and voila! 

So I made these for a poker night, and after my other poker night irritation with filo dough these turned out brilliantly, except that I am, of course, a retard.  Again.  I walked all the way downtown to the Turkish market that sells fresh vegetables and these delightful eggs that are so delicious that even I’ll eat them (ex-vegan…  egg…  still getting past it….)-
Well our dear friend Drew was coming to poker for the first time in months so I decided to make his favorite, deviled eggs.  And while doing so proceeded to use every egg in the fridge, not thinking hey…  I need an egg for the egg wash on my uber delicious risotto croquettes. 

So my naked little balls of tastiness were chilling in the fridge when I was saved an hour later by my dearest husband who stopped at the commissary on the way home and brought me an egg.  Sweet man. 

Ah ha!  And now they were rolled in my homemade breadcrumbs with egg wash and ready to go!  And I have discovered I need a working oil thermometer.  The one we have is from my grandmother when she used to make candy and I think it’s seen better days.  We have every other kitchen gadget imaginable but not a good thermometer.  Ridiculous. 

Needless to say I tested one and the oil was too hot, the outside got too crispy before the cheese melted all the way on the inside.  So I pulled the temperature down a touch and they worked perfectly!  I took a picture of them frying but then upon reviewing it I realized why there are never pictures of things frying in cookbooks, it just looked kinda freaky.



Amazingly delicious!!!  They were a huge hit at poker night and really, much easier to make than I had ever thought they could be.  I really want to make them again, and am desperately searching for an opportunity to do so…  
I’m pretty sure they’ll end up at Jas’s promotion party…  hehhehheh… 
Oh and yes, this is Italian…  😉  

5 responses to “Risotto Croquettes– Pg. 67”

  1. Ok I am going to beg (very loudly and alot!!) that these are on the menu for the promotion party! I'll even buy you a 'proper' thermometer and bring it with me!! I'll pack an apron and help! I'm a good southern girl and love anything fried and these sound delicious!!
    Jan

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  2. Well then get on over here sassy southern lady!!! I can't wait for your visit and I would love the help in the kitchen! What else do you think we should make?

    And yes, I just heard “fried okra” going through your head and the answer is no.

    I mean it Jan. NO.

    😉

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  4. Oh, my lord.

    We went on a walking culinary tour of Greenwich village last April, and it turned out to be a cold, rainy, NYC kinda day. Standing outside this little Italian deli, they fed us something very similar (although vegetarian) and it was perfect. Just, perfect. I had to block the memory from my brain in order to move on with my life, and you just brought it back.

    Pardon while I go wipe the drool out of my keyboard and rustle up a recipe. Yum.

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