Recipe: Kohlrabi Fritters

I tend to root for the underdog.

These delicious, savory fritters are perfect for a quick and easy meat free meal or as a veggie side dish. Chock full of kohlrabi, it's a great way to sneak in extra greens!

That poor sad sack trotting along in last place, the one down a million points in the match, or getting his keister kicked in the ring. That’s the guy I back every time, although to be totally honest, I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because beneath all my sass I have a bit of a bleeding heart, you know the kind which wants to fix everything, especially things outside my control. “Yeah, that’s not at all frustrating,” she says oozing sarcasm and rolling her eyes skyward.

Whatever the case may be, the dark horse wins in my book.

It’s also why I had to give Kohlrabi some recipe love today.

And the crowd responds, “Kohl-What?”


See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. It’s an under-utilized, down on its luck, rarely seen vegetable. For most of us, Kohlrabi is an unknown or a bit of oddity, the last one picked for schoolyard games, the guy at the lunch table, sitting solo and poking half heartedly at his food, while ingesting nothing.

I, on the other hand, see this lonely, big, and bulbous vegetable as a diamond in the rough, an interesting treasure just waiting to be found and photographed, preferably selfie style, especially when you manage to come across one the size of your head.

Meg & The Kohlrabi

Speaking of which, I doubt you’ll discover Kohlrabi at a standard grocery store, although your local farmers market might be a good bet. For me, those orbs of delight are a constant in my summer CSA share, popping up around this time every year. In fact, it’s how we first met many moons ago and the sole reason I delved into Kohlrabi territory.

I’m not 100% certain how to describe the taste and texture of Kohlrabi, which really is rather unfortunate for you. Honestly, it’s its own thing and tastes nothing like chicken. Fine, if I have to get more specific, I’d say Kohlrabi is what happens when apples, cabbage and cauliflower collide, an interesting threesome to be sure. 

These delicious, savory fritters are perfect for a quick and easy meat free meal or as a veggie side dish. Chock full of kohlrabi, it's a great way to sneak in extra greens!

This summer will be my fifth year with Kohlrabi, so needless to say, I’ve prepared them in a multitude of ways. I’ve also fed them to the Hubby, who much to his own chagrin, rather enjoyed his extraterrestrial friend. I say that because he calls Kohlrabi ‘Alien Vegetables,’ all while raising his eyebrows in smug certainness that not only will he not like them, but he also has no intentions of eating them. Of course, his reluctance does not stop me from cooking with them. In fact, it makes it more of a challenge, which appeals to my competitive side (#poundschest).   

Roasted Kohlrabi and Sweet Potatoes b

I’ve roasted Kohlrabi, I’ve sautéed Kohlrabi, I’ve even taken it out for dinner, drinks and a scenic drive, ending at Lookout Point. Alright fine, I embellished on that last one, only because underdogs need love in the form of creative liberties. You understand, and if I get verbally splashy, it’s simply because I want you guys to seek out these Alien Vegetables and cook something fabulous with them, these fritters to be exact.

My version of Kohlrabi fritters is sassy, salty, and a wee bit spicy because of the happy jalapeno I tossed in the mix. They’re also a touch cheesy, not at all surprising, and most definitely well seasoned because I wouldn’t have it any other way. I strongly encourage you to do me and more importantly yourself a favor by betting on this underdog. You’ll find he’s well worth the investment.

Kohlrabi Fritters C

Kohlrabi Fritters
These delicious, savory fritters are perfect for a quick and easy meat free meal or as a veggie side dish. Chock full of kohlrabi, it's a great way to sneak in extra greens!
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Prep Time
30 min
Cook Time
10 min
Total Time
40 min
Prep Time
30 min
Cook Time
10 min
Total Time
40 min
  1. 1 cup packed Kohlrabi, peeled, shredded, and drained*
  2. 2 Eggs
  3. 1/3 cup Onion, diced
  4. 1/3 cup Parmesan, shredded
  5. 1/2 small Jalapeno, chopped fine
  6. 1/4 cup Breadcrumbs
  7. 1/2 cup Flour
  8. 1/4 tsp. Pepper
  9. 1/4 tsp. Salt
  10. 1/4 tsp. Onion Powder
  11. 1/4 tsp. Garlic Powder
  12. 1 - 2 Tbsps. Olive Oil for sautéing.
  1. Mix all ingredients in a large bowl until combined. It will resemble a sticky dough. Using your hands, form mixture into patties.
  2. Heat olive oil on a skillet on medium-high heat. Place patties on hot skillet, and sear on one side until brown, approximately three minutes. Flip patties and leave on medium high heat for another two minutes. They should be lightly browned. Reduce heat to low and leave on skillet until patties are cooked through, another five to seven minutes.
  3. Remove from skillet and eat warm. You can eat them solo or serve them with a side of sour cream for dipping. The tomatoes and greens in the pictures were really just to make them look prettier.
  1. To prep the kohlrabi, cut off the tentacles (you can add these to your compost bin or have fun tormenting your spouse or significant other with them - just a thought), peel the outside green layer. Shred the inside bulb in a food processor or with a grater. Sprinkle shredded kohlrabi with a little bit of salt and let sit for a fifteen minutes to help release the liquid. After 15 minutes, drain the kohlrabi using a cheese cloth, a wet paper towel or your hands. I go with the last one, mainly because I don't own any cheese cloth.
Clean Eats, Fast Feets
Oscar and the Kohlrabi FrittersToday’s post is being shared with Laura’s Strange But Good because hello, Kohlrabi Fritters. It doesn’t get much stranger than that.  

Have you ever heard of Kohlrabi? Taken selfies with them? Eaten them? If so, what’s your favorite way to prepare it?  

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Blend 2015 To Limericks

Penning recap posts is hard for me; in a perfectly innocent manner of course, although  I know what you were thinking. Dirty birdie.

Here’s the thing, I’m not one to gush, unless of course it’s about my farmers markets veggies, and I’ve spent years developing relationships with those guys, and I do mean the produce, although the farmers are pretty mind-blowing too.

Also epic: Erika’s pick up line at the Denver airport. When a banana calls, I answer.

Erika Public Banana Plane Greeting

Vegetables and phallic fruit aside, I don’t do over the top emotional prose. It’s awkward at best, which isn’t shocking considering I’m the non-romantic who doles out relationship advice. It’s also why you’ll never read a post from me declaring my undying love for the Blend Retreat. Sure I had a fantastic time filled with some of the sassiest of ladies, but it wasn’t earth shattering or life changing. As a woman in my late thirties, only babies, health scares and sexual healing can do that, and I’d prefer the last one. 

Yep, in order for me to wax poetic about Blend, I’d have to smoke some of Colorado’s funky green stuff. Spoiler Alert: I didn’t. It’s my one regret. 

I do have enough raciness in me though, without the benefit of herbs, to get jiggy with it,  limerick style because that’s how I roll.  

One Limerick Per One Love.

Blend 2015 Marley Coffee

Lucie (Fit Swiss Chick)


There once was a blogger named Luce.*

To CrossFit she owes her caboose.

Blonde, flirty, and most fun.

Pam Anderson ain’t got none,

Not with Lucie on the loose.

*Luce: to be pronounced loose, although I promise I’m not making a subtle jab at her sexual adventures. I’m not even suggesting she has those kinds of rendezvous. Perhaps I should shut my mouth now.

Lucie and Meg CrossFit

Meg and Lucie SillySppons, Meg and Lucie

Amanda (Running With Spoons)

There once was a blogger named Spoons.

Together, we laugh like some loons.

She’s from Canada. ‘Eh.

Bananas make her day.

She’s my bestest blogging tycoon.

Amanda and Meg Blend 2015 Hike

Meg and Amanda Blend 2015 Hike

Amanda, Meg and Lucie Public Bananas at Blend 2015Carly (Snack Therapy)

There once was a blogger named Carly.

Who’s tatas were totally gnarly.*

With maturity like mine,

We got on better than fine.

As a biker, she’d ride a Harley. 

*gnarly tatas is a compliment, just in case there was any confusion.

Carly and Meg Blend 2015 HikeMeg and Carly Blend 2015 Yoga

Meg and Carly Liquor Store Blend 2015Heather (Kiss My Broccoli)

There once was a blogger named Heather.

Who’d look sexiest wearing leather.

Cheese and wine is her game.

Broccoli is her name.

The best is when we are together.

Meg and Heather Post Cocktail Party

Meg and Heather Post Cocktail Party ShenanigansBlend 2015 Post Cocktail Hour Heather, Meg and Carly at the Liquor Store Blend 2015

Meghan (Clean Eats, Fast Feets)* 

There once was a blogger named Meg.

Guzzled drinks the size of her head.

Protein powders aren’t her thing,

Still got a shitton of bling.

She worked out, was happy and fed.

*Yes, I’m vain enough to pen my own limerick.

Meg Blend 2015 Post Cocktail Hour DrinksMeg CrossFit Class Blend 2015

34 Degrees CrackersBlend Retreat

There once was a retreat named Blend.

Where the swag, it never did end.

Cookies, bites, and bars.

Hikes, boot camps and carbs.

It stands for Blogger Plus Friend.

 Blend 2015 SwagBlend 2015 Heels Shoes

Blend 2014 34 Degrees Crackers

Blend 2015 Cheese PlatterBlend 2015 Saturday Morning Breakfast Amanda, Carly, Meg and Lucie Blend 2015

The End.

Have you ever been on a blogging retreat? Would you want to?

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Throwback Thursday: The Blend Edition

We should make Throwback Thursday a thing.

“Wait, what’s that? What are you saying? What do you mean it already exists? Pish, posh, I’m not talking about Facebook, Instagram or old school pictures. I’m talking bloggy style.”

Tom Boy Meg 2

(I always knew I’d be Superwoman.)

Here’s the deal. I’ve been blogging for three years now which means I’ve got a crapton of content, most of which my current audience has never seen. Granted there are some loyal readers who’ve been with me since back in the day, but they are few and far between, which is why I want to share some old gems. For most, these posts will be so fresh and so clean, clean ♫. 

Today, I’m re-revealing a post which was published back on April 17, 2014. Since I am mere hours away from hopping on a jet plane to attend this year’s Blend Retreat, it seemed fitting.

Thinking Out Loud: The Blend Edition

So I did something crazy.

No I didn’t get any more tattoos or pierce my nipples yet again. Ha, I’m totally kidding about that second one. While I like some bedroom (or kitchen or dining room table) foreplay, the idea of driving a fourteen gage needle through such a sensitive area makes me cringe even worse than discovering the dead chipmunk indoors, on my rug, earlier this week.

The crazy thing I did was sign up for this weekend long blogging retreat everybody is going on about. I don’t know; maybe you’ve heard of it. It’s called Blend which stands for Blogger + Friend. Yeah, I know. Yet another thing which makes me cringe; a little less than the nipple action, but cringe worthy nonetheless.

Aside from the cornball name (watch me get banned from the conference now), it sounds like it could be a really great time. There’s a huge potential for me to meet some very cool and like-minded (i.e. food obsessed) people, assuming of course they’re not all homicidal white fifty-seven year males posing as food bloggers on the internet. I have my doubts, especially about Heather. I know I met her that one time, but there are concerns. She had to leave early, under suspicious circumstances. I’m pretty sure the Po-Po was on her tail, and she needed to flee the city, fast.

So in case there were any similar thoughts about me, I’d thought I’d clear the air and share some never known facts about little old me; aside from the small detail I’m a fifty-seven year old male posing as a food blogger. 😉

  • I’m slightly shy, until I feel really comfortable around you, at which point, ♫ Watch out now. ♫ Sorry, I had to slip a little Beatnuts in there.
  • Despite my penchant for singing, it’s likely I won’t be doing any of it. It takes months of me knowing you before I’ll just belt it out. Either that or a really strong cocktail and when it comes to those, two is about my limit; I’m little, which means I’m a cheap date.
  • I’m a hot and red faced sweaty mess when I work out. Since fitness classes are a part of this retreat, you’re going to see this side of me. Brace yourselves.

Sweaty Meg

#sweatybitchesrock #noshameinmygame #vanillagorilla

  • I cheat on my squats and lunges, and I will continue to do so, even if you try to correct my form.
  • I don’t have six-pack abs. I don’t even have a two pack and my thighs touch. Despite thoee things or maybe because of them, I’m in great shape and incredibly healthy. Since I just got the results of my annual physical, blood work and all, I get to say that. My doctor said my kidneys were comparable to that of a small child. It’s probably all those beet juice mimosas I drink.
  • I’m a bookworm at heart. Every night, I fall asleep with my Kindle still in my clutches, generally in mid-sentence and with my little Kindle light still on.

Big Books

  • I’ve been known to hiss when I want to express displeasure. It’s possible, albeit only slightly, I’ve been living with felines for too long.
  • Sometimes I sleep with my foot next to my head. I’m not sure how the logistics work, but it happens.
  • You should probably let me have my morning coffee before attempting conversation with me.


  • Speaking of conversation, I’m not one for small talk so let’s just get right to the heart of the matter. I also prefer direct and decisive communication whenever possible.

Introverts and Talking


  • If you want me to last past 10 o’clock on any given night, chances are I’ll need a nap during the day.
  • I can sleep through almost anything, and sometimes I do it with my eyes open while muttering, because that’s not at all creepy.
  • Even though I’m a sound sleeper, I can’t make it through the night without using the bathroom at least once, and that’s on a good night.
  • I really do appreciate order and precision in my general surroundings. If you want to live out of your suitcase that’s cool with me, just make sure it doesn’t assault mine. For my part, I promise, despite a desperate desire to do so, not to organize your stuff.

OCD Cleaning


  • I’m a fixer. If you want to tell me your problems, that’s all well and good. I will be genuinely nice and understanding, but I’m also going to give you solutions to correct them. Sometimes that’s great and sometimes people don’t actually want resolutions.
  • Even though I joke about the size of my inflamed ego all the time, it will be able to fit into any room just fine.


  • According to the Hubby, I’m a big old softie underneath my tough exterior. I say Bullshit to that; ain’t nothing soft about me, except that tiny and cute patch on my inner thigh. I call her Duchess, and I just made that up.
  • If you need support, I’m your girl. I’m incredibly loyal and will have your back, always, even when you do stupid shit. Plus, you want me on your side in a fight. I may be an advocate for non-violence and think guns are overrated, but I’ve got a mean right hook and because I’m little, they never see it coming.

Yep, it’s safe to say we’re going to have a blast. Now who’s coming with me?

If you were going to Blend, what should I  know about you?  Also, Throwback Thursday Bloggy Style: do we love it or hate it? Be honest. I can take it.

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