There is nothing even vaguely oriental about our egg rolls. The wraps are the only thing I can think of, and I guess I don’t count them because I didn’t even have to go to an ethnic foods section to find them – they were in the produce section at both of the grocery stores where I bought them. We call them our American Egg Rolls.
They contain no exotic flavors, nothing you couldn’t taste at a steakhouse or greasy spoon-style diner. They were deep-fried in a kettle, for gosh sake, we couldn’t even be bothered to bring out the Fry Daddy. Nonetheless, we made them on Sunday at the home of my sister and her boyfriend. We all pitched in.
She browned the hamburger, mixed the ingredients together and then helped me wrap all the egg rolls. He supervised the deep-frying and said he liked to cook. When we teased him about that, he was quick to qualify it to frying (but the guy’s got tons of spices and sauces and things I’d never buy).
So, while our cooking efforts may not have been healthy…or ethnic…
At least it was abundant.
That’s 45 egg rolls, folks.
Kinda an off-spin of the pierogie (sp?) that Josh’s gma makes. Hamburger, Bacon, Cabbage and dough. Deep fried in the bacon grease.