Showing posts with label aioli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aioli. Show all posts

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Agony with Aioli: Four Failed Attempts

I just wasted two cups of EVOO, four eggs, and 18 cloves of garlic and all I've got to show for it is an elevated blood pressure. If any of you can point out where I went wrong, I'd certainly appreciate it (as will other readers). This confession won't impress most chefs, but I hope that other foodies will benefit from my mistakes.It all started with Karen cooking up zucchini fritters (from a low-carb recipe). It included a recipe for garlic aioli dip. Since the baby kept diverting Karen from the kitchen, I volunteered to make the aioli, figuring that slowly drizzling olive oil into egg yolks couldn't be that hard.

With the first attempt, I put two egg yolks in the blender with six cloves of minced garlic (salt/pepper) and beat it up real good. Then, slowly drizzled a cup of olive oil in with the motor running. After a minute or two, all I had was soup, no mayonnaisey fluff. Grrrr.

Karen said that I should try again with the food processor and we both reckoned that we didn't need a whole recipe. So, I took out the cuise (pronounced: kweeze) and halfed the ingredients. Right off the bat, the s-blade in the food-pro would not touch the yolk/garlic. They just lay below the spinning blade. Grrrrr. I took the stuff out and put it into the smaller bowl that came with the same machine. Same result. No contact with the blade. Obviously, I wasn't using enough product. Maybe adding the olive oil would help. Half a cup later, all I had was soup.

Karen volunteered to make it in a bowl with a whisk. New egg and garlic. She beat it while I drizzed the EVOO. Then we switched until our arms were tired. Again, no fluff. We were both livid and needed to take a breath and walk away.

I tried the blender again, with the half proportions. At first the stuff started to turn a lighter shade of yellow and it was thickening and then it just turned into two layers with the oil whirling around on top of the egg/garlic... face turning red, curse words, but luckily no appliances got thrown through any windows. Instead, we both had a cold beer and pulled out a jar of mayo and said FUCK IT.

Now that I have some hindsight, I'm sure there's a logical explanation, but I'm still too mad to see straight. So, I'm turning to my online commisserators. Whats the lesson here?