Dandelion Fritters

Lawns everywhere are starting to reveal little yellow freckles in the new year’s sunshine. These freckles are dandelions, eager to share the season with you. 

If you’re like most lawn keepers, you’d prefer these yellow-headed campers to camp elsewhere. Lucky for you, you are very much bigger than the dandelion, and if push comes to shove, you can simply eat them. 

Dandelions can be cooked, muddled, baked, seasoned, pressed, and soaked, but today, we’re going to teach you how to fry them. Dandelion flower fritters are perfect as a snack, a surprise, a garnish, a gift or as a crunchy addition to salads. 

After you’ve hunted and captured 2 cups full of dandelions, (don’t confuse them with hawkweed, dandelions have one flower per stalk) read the recipe below: 


-Approx. 2 cups of dandelions. (freshly picked, washed and dried. You can remove the bract which is the little green bulb directly under the flower. It can be a bit bitter, but we ate ours and didn’t mind.)

-1/3 cup flower

-1/3 cup milk (add more if the batter is too sticky to dip the flowers in.)

-1 tsp. baking powder

-1/3 cup corn meal

-1 egg

-dash of salt

-enough oil to submerge the dandelions in the pan. 

-seasonings of your liking 


1. Mix dry ingredients together in a bowl and then add egg and milk. 

2. It’s best to procure your dandelions at this time, so that they’ll be super fresh. 

3.You can remove the little green bulb directly beneath the flower, known as the bract, if you’d like. They can be a bit bitter. We ate ours, and didn’t mind it. 

4.Dip the dandelions in the batter. You may have to use your finger to open the flowers back up. They close up when you pull them out of the batter. 

5. Drop them facedown, a few at a time, in a skillet full of hot oil and let them cook until golden brown. 

6. Remove dandelions and let them cool on a paper towel. 

7. Dandelion Fritters are delicious with sauces. We dipped ours in fresh peach preserves and they were delectable! 

She turned into sunlight, and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor, "Winter is dead." -A.A. Milne


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