I have always loved fried chicken. Be it KFC, Popeyes, homemade, you name it- if it is battered, crispy, salty and juicy I will put away as much of that chicken as a 280lb NFL player. I like to make my own fried chicken in the oven.
That's right. I bake my "fried" chicken.
Sorry guys. It's healthier, tastier and heck, *I* think its crispier. Not to mention- who wants to heat up all that oil and risk burning yourself, making a mess, or who know's what else. I LOVE fried foods- don't get me wrong!- but I only whip out my deep fryer on rare occasions when I'm having a terrible sad craving for fried goodies (usually occurs with wontons, crab rangoon, fried calamari, or veggie tempuras- yum!!!). And you'll be a monkey's uncle before you'll see me use that peice of machinery when one (or more) of my more rambunctious associates is around. The very thought conjures up disturbing images of a flame- filled kitchen, the likes of which only my dear college acquaintances could achieve. (I am NOT making cake with you for a while. You know who you are. I don't need my living place to look like a scene from The Day After Tomorrow, thank you very much.)
I have to run- things to do- if I have time tonight, I might even post the basic recipe for my chicken...
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