Crispy Oven-Fried Pickles

with Sriracha

Lately I’ve been thinking about how awkward I feel in social situations. Maybe it’s because I went to more than the usual number of social gatherings this weekend, who knows, but the older I get the harder it is for me to feel like I’m not floating aimlessly through space while trying to have conversations with people in a loud bar. Part of me feels like I’ve even developed a little bit of a stutter. I think the issue might be that my brain is running me through all these different levels of anxiety, so all I can manage to vocalize is something like, “Haw haw haw yeah!” or “Did you watch Lost?” or something similar (see: “Do you like Star Wars?”). I was much more confident at parties when I was a teenager, but that’s probably because I was a lot dumber and didn’t worry about spouting off some devoid-of-fact nonsense about some political cause that I happened to be worked up over that week. Now, though, I don’t know what to say. I don’t particularly love talking about myself because to be honest, there’s not much to say. I don’t want to talk about politics or music. I do clearly want to talk about Lost and Star Wars (very, very much) but there are only a select few people that I know who will entertain these subjects for too long. Sometimes I can find a new person who hasn’t heard me say the same thing over and over about these two things, but then the rest of the party they are just my Star Wars and Lost friend and I inevitably get over-excited about that, geek out on them way too hard, and then worry about it later. I don’t know why I do this, but I do. Part of me is a pretty quiet person, and another part of me wants to be noticed and talks too much because I want people to see whatever interesting side of me I think exists. These two sides of my brain are constantly at battle and they really do not like each other.

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle ChipsMe in my happy place, fish tacos from Rockaway Taco, smoked chicken and potato salad from Breezy’s Barbecue and the egg-selent breakfast Kramer made the day before the beach.

I once heard someone explain the concept of a “human hangover” (does anyone know who/where I heard this?) and it’s the story of my life: You go to a party, you jabber on about whatever, then you go home and go over each conversation in your head, worrying about having talked too much or having been to eager, did you insult them, did you corner them and make them desperate to get the hell away from over-opinionated girl, etc. I feel like every day, while I take a shower or before I fall asleep, all I’m thinking about is this kind of stuff. Which, to be honest, isn’t so bad, and I know for a fact that a lot of other people do this. I know that other people aren’t at home, in the shower or laying in bed, thinking, “Jesus, talking to Sydney was the worst.” They’re probably either normal humans who can talk to other people and then go about their day not stressing out about each word that they said because people talk all the time and it’s no big deal, or they are like me, going over each sentence with a fine-toothed comb, wishing that they had just kept their trap shut all night so that they wouldn’t have to have hairs turn gray over it later. Having said all of that, life is pretty sweet and I’m a happy person. I’m just a happy person plagued by social anxiety. It’s cool. I’ll probably just be thinking about these two paragraphs for the rest of the day.

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle Chips

That was a pleasant read, right? I hope I didn’t jumpstart any beneath-the-surface anxiety of your own. If I didn’t, congratulations for making it this far. Your reward is a recipe for oven-fried pickle chips! This is my last recipe for Farmer’s Garden by Vlasic for a while, so enjoy it while you can. I am a big fan of fried pickles and will generally always order them at a bar if they are an option. I know, however, that they are definitely not good for me. They sure taste good, though. I love dipping them in aioli or hot sauce, and they pair perfectly with an ice cold beer. Frying at home can be a pain, though, so these oven-fried pickle chips are an excellent compromise. They’re still surprisingly crispy, thanks to the Panko crumbs, and taste absolutely delicious. The batter consists of Worcestershire sauce (one of my favorite secret sauces for marinades and the like) and Sriracha, among other things, so you know there’s tons of flavor hiding under the crispy breading. Just dip, bake and serve piping hot. Kramer and I snacked on these and a bowl of popcorn while watching some relaxing mid-week television because, you know, we like to always have a balanced dinner. You can bake these ahead of time, if you like, then crisp them up in the oven just before serving. Any pickle fan will without a doubt eat all of these up in no time. Since this is my last Vlasic recipe, this is also my last reminder to go enter the Savor Simplicity Sweepstakes for a chance to win a summer entertaining package worth $1,500! That would make for one kick-ass end-of-summer barbecue, don’t you think?

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle ChipsKramer is very at home on the beach.

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle ChipsMaking these is easy: just batter, bread and bake!

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle ChipsServe hot with some extra Sriracha.

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle Chips

Crispy Oven-Fried Pickle Chips
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Serves: 8-10
Crispy pickle chips baked in the oven for a healthy take on a favorite snack.
  • ½ cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon garlic powder
  • ½ teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 3 eggs
  • 1½ tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
  • 1 teaspoon Sriracha sauce
  • 1 jar Vlasic® Farmers Garden® Bread & Butter Chips, drained
  • 1½ cups Panko bread crumbs
  1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees F. Lightly grease a cookie sheet with nonstick cooking spray.
  2. Blend flour with garlic powder and black pepper in large bowl. Stir in eggs, Worcestershire sauce and Sriracha until just combined. Let batter rest for 15 minutes. Place bread crumbs on a shallow plate.
  3. Dip the pickle chips into the batter and then into the Panko bread crumbs. Place on your prepared cookie sheet. Bake the pickles, flipping them halfway through, for 12-15 minutes or until golden brown.
  4. Serve, if desired, with vegetables from jar.


14 Responses

  1. theblondemule says:

    Hey Instagram Friend, don’t worry about the social anxiety stuff. I felt like that too when I lived in NYC. There’s a lot of pressure to be super informed & have educated, articulate opinions on EVERYTHING. Being a good listener helps. People will remember you’re a good listener & forget you’re a weird Star Wars talker. Also, I assure you, everyone you’re talking to is also in their head wondering if they’re saying the right things. Just relax & be awesome.

  2. Domestocrat says:

    I do the human hangover thing literally every time I have a social interaction – even with close friends! I’ll be afraid I said something extra stupid or was misheard or that I miscommunicated or put my foot in my mouth, and I’ll want to scream – “I take back that stupid thing I said 4 hours ago!” – but I can’t. I hate that shiz. I know it’s my own anxiety but still, it sucks. I’m glad I’m not the only one even though no one should have to suffer with these kinds of silly obsessions.

  3. Kate says:

    I managed to get rid of the human hangover (for the most part) after moving to a small town…but that’s not an option for everyone. It sucks, but you’re right, no one is analyzing everything you said hours afterward! I figure everyone else has either forgotten the conversation or is busy overanalyzing what THEY said :)

    In other news, I imagine these pickles tasting like healthy fries with vinegar. YUM. Impressed with your creativity! I never would have thought to bake and bread pickles, though I’ve eaten enough fried ones that it should have occurred to me.

  4. Jill says:

    My think is that I’m usually just really quiet in certain social situations…I used to worry about this, but at some point it just stopped bothering me! I def used to be an over-thinker, running through convos in my head and all that, but not anymore! No clue what changed other than maybe getting with my bf who has a lot of social anxiety himself…maybe seeing it from the outside kinda helped me get over it?

    Love fried pickles but never order them because I don’t see them on menus all that often, plus unhealthy, so thanks for this yummy looking baked version!

  5. I use to feel that way, but hopefully like me you will ‘grow out of it’. Its one of the bennies of age. I didn’t so much go over every conversation, but I just couldn’t mingle and make conversation. Moving from group to group—-puleeeeese—-that’s a joke. I called myself Little Miss Muffet who sat on her tuffet. If they came to me, I was fine. But as far as the pickles go——well they alone should make you a popular party person. I think I am going to experience an uplift in mine. Ha!

  6. These pickles look so good!! We freaking go crazy for pickles in my house.

  7. Christine says:

    Unrelated but I love that bathing suit top. Where’d you get it?!

  8. I can’t think of anything else besides Crispy Oven Fried Pickles now. And I TOTALLY get human hangovers all the time; they are made worse by actual hangovers.

  9. My oh my I have fallen in love.

  10. oooo these may just fit the bill. I enjoy pickle chips as well, but hate the deep frying aspect. Just found your blog and I’m glad I did, definitely an enjoyable read and you’re not alone in the human hangovers lol.

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