Going to see about a treat.
Carlton Fisk hit his famous home run against the Reds in the World Series two years and change before I was born, on this date, yet the iconic hand-waving dinger that should have won it all for the Sox is a treat every time I see it. So is this picture of Fisk giving the Yankees dugout the finger during the 1999 ALCS:
That is the good stuff. Also the good stuff? Fried dough, the kind you get at carnivals, but at home!
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There is a dish called “pasta fritta” that is not what we’re about to discuss. It’s a pasta omelette, more or less. This is another dish called “pasta fritta,” which is a lot like this one, but my mother’s recipe. My mom grew up in Chicago and has that delightful mix of old-school half-Italian and midwestern American, so in her family they called “pasta fritta” simply “pasta feeters,” or, as she later shortened it around her own family, just “feeters.” Folks, we’re makin’ feeters!
Whenever my mom announced she was making these we went wild. You and/or your kids will too. They unambiguously rule. If Fisk was eventually forced off to Chicago, at least we got something back from the Windy City that was just as much of a treat.
Fisk’s Feeters
- Bread dough
- A container for said dough
- A greasing agent for said dough
- Canola oil, and not just a little bit
- Powdered sugar, and not just a little bit
Bryan’s Notes
Please do not eat these every day, or you will have markedly fewer days on which to eat them. That said, this is the best shit imaginable, the type of stuff mom would make on your birthday, so to have them in my rotation today is fitting.
Anyhow let’s go straight to the source:
- Do all that
- Enjoy while opening presents! Or whatever you’re celebrating, even if it’s a 50-year-old homer: