Finger Licking Good

I did something last night that I’ve never done: I made fried chicken.

I had never made it at home, and I was frankly more than a little terrified of a pot of molten oil on my stove.  So why did I decide to try this now, when I have a kitchen that consists of 2 burners and 12 inches of counter space?  Maybe it was a bit of boredom, perhaps a bit of insanity and likely a smidge of the grocery store only having whole chicken parts left.  The world may never know the true reason.

But seriously?  SWEET HOLY LORD.  Eating that chicken was a divine experience.  I felt like I needed a cigarette or something afterward. It definitely took some finesse and maneuvering but man, it was worth it.

the whole operation

the coatings

frying up

so...beautiful...

here goes nothing...

pure bliss.

Yes, I know I look like I am making out with the chicken.

DON’T JUDGE ME, you didn’t taste it!

We’re making this again for Thanksgiving.  Eat your heart out, KFC.

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