Okay, I said. If you go buy buttermilk and chicken, I'll make it. So off he went to the store and came back with buttermilk, a whole chicken, potatoes. I've gotten pretty decent at breaking down chickens, so five minutes ish later, the chicken was soaking in buttermilk.
There was that one time that I forgot to dredge the chicken in flour. That was a sad sad day. So I'm very careful when I do fried chicken these days.
I set up the wok, switched out frying oils, and set it all up to go.
I'm happy to say that frying chicken is something that comes pretty naturally now. The chicken turned out great. And tasted great.
I was getting close to giving up on cooking so that's good.
I also made green beans sauteed with garlic and mashed potatoes. We had a cremont rose and ate outside on the screened porch.
My plate. I ate a lot of mashed potatoes, though I didn't make a gravy. I used enough sour cream so they were super creamy. I ate a leg, a thigh, and a wing. Full.
The tomatoes were heirlooms from Whole Foods but they were dry and insipid. Sad.
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