No, not the musical group. My mom always talked about the frituritas de carita that they sold on the streets of Cuba 50 years ago. I've never had them, and I've never made them, and I figured it was about time I tried. So, I looked through my recipe book, and I found instructions for making the black eyed pea fritters that my mom talked about. The recipe called for:
1/2 lb Dried Black-Eyed Peas rinsed in cold water, picked over and soaked overnight in cold water to cover, changing the water several times
4 garlic cloves, crushed
2 tsp Salt
1 tsp Black pepper
4 tbsp Water
Oil for frying
Lime juice to taste
I soaked the peas overnight as called for, then the recipe instructed that when the peas had softened, to rub off their skins. I soaked those darn things for 24 hours and they still had the consistency of peanuts. Not soft at all. Here's where everything started to go downhill. I boiled the peas for 20 minutes. As far as rubbing off their skins.... after about half an hour, I said a curse word and gave up. Then according to the instructions I placed the peas, garlic and salt and pepper in a food processor adding the water to get a smooth, thick puree. Well, I didn't really measure the water and I got a puree, but it wasn't really thick. I decided to take a break and I refrigerated the mixture.
A few hours later, I heated my 2 inches of oil in a large skillet and dropped 3 tablespoons of batter into it. Within minutes they disintegrated. This was attempt #1.
Well, obviously I did something wrong, the batter was too thin. I took half the remaining batter and as an experiment decided to add flour. Flour will absorb the excess moisture. It'll be all right. This time they held together. Barely. They just didnt' seem right. That was attempt #2
My husband came into the kitchen. What's that batter for, pancakes? Of course! I needed to add an egg. I took the second half of the batter and added an egg and flour. Still runny, and I'm out of flour. The word pancake stuck in my head. I grabbed the Aunt Jemima. I eliminated most of the oil from the skillet and treated them as pancakes. That was attempt #3.
Well, I said two posts ago that I was going to step out of my comfort zone. I accomplished that today. Will I attempt this again? No. Do I recommend you make this? No. What do my aberrations taste like? Not bad at all.