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Fried Chicken


Confessions of a Fried Chicken Freak
See why we think homemade fried chicken is finger-licking fantastic.


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The questions I'm always asked when people find out I grew up in Kentucky:

Q. Have you ever been to the Derby?

A. Sadly, no. But I do make burgoo, Benedictine, bourbon balls, bourbon slush, beer cheese and mint juleps for 50+ people every year.

Q. Is the grass really blue?

A. In horse country, I've seen grass with a bluish tint.

Q. How come you're wearing shoes?

A. (Steely glare)

Q. How does your family make fried chicken?

A. They drive over and order a 12-piece Original Recipe bucket from the Colonel like everyone else does.


And that's a shame, really. Not that I have anything against KFC (their Famous Bowls notwithstanding), but to the vast majority of people I polled, fried chicken is something they've always gotten from a striped paper bucket rather than hot from their own home kitchen. Why? The mess, it seems. People like my husband who grew up with his mother and grandmother frying up simple, crispy, delicious fried chicken also remember spattering, stinging oil that they'd have to smell and scrub up for days after.


Now, when it comes to said frying oil, there are several schools of thought as to the make-up. Many chefs swear by plain old vegetable, but there are certainly devotees of other methods, including luscious, glorious, crisp-assuring lard, oil-butter hybrids, and swappings-in of flavorful, but low-smoking-point olive oil for portions of the main fat. The chicken that sends me into an indelicate, flapping frenzy, though, is one with the salty kiss of bacon grease upon it.


I first encountered this miraculous stuff at the wedding of some close friends several years ago, at a pre-season summer camp they'd rented for the weekend. As the other guests and I lined up for chow in the mess hall the morning of the blessed event, the groom wandered by several times, slightly glazed of eye and muttering a word that consensus soon determined was "bacon." This took none of us by surprise, what with the likelihood of pre-wedding jitters, and his just having written the bacon-centric article for which he later won a James Beard award. Bacon was, as it is for so many of us, his safe and happy place, but when I bit into the audibly crunchy, miraculously juicy, subtly smoky drumstick that had been placed on my plate, I understood what he'd been trying to tell us. He and his bride-to-be had gotten the kitchen staff to cook the morning's bacon in the oil they then used to fry chicken -- which had spent the pre-wedding night lounging about in a buttermilk bath.


Now, as I mentioned, I have nothing against KFC, Popeyes, Church's and the random name knock-offs (Kennedy Fried Chicken, Kansas Fried Chicken, JFK Fried Chicken) that pepper my neighborhood. It was the decadent, grease-laden stuff of neighborhood block parties, picnics in the park, and childhood dinners when Mom was out of town and couldn't protest, and I'll always remember it with great fondness. But that pre-nuptial bird ruined me for chain-restaurant chicken. A commercial kitchen, frying up whole flocks of poultry day in and day out isn't going to take the time to anoint their oil with bacon, bathe it in tenderizing brine or buttermilk, or take any of the small, but meaningful measures that transform bird and flour and oil into the dish that's become such a fundamental part of America's national meal.


I'll admit I've yet to make it by myself at home (though I'm about to try), but rather have thrown myself upon the generosity of friends who've taken the mastery of their own recipes to heart. They fry the chicken, I bring the Lynchburg Lemonade and homegrown tomatoes, and we all sit down to one great cluckin' meal.

(UPDATE: I've made the Wedding Fried Chicken for my friends who have just had a baby and OH MY GOODNESS! Best chicken EVER, and sooooo easy to make.)


Click Here for the Wedding Fried Chicken Recipe and Cooking Tips and Share Yours In The Comments Section



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Reader comments (Page 4 of 4)

joann

11-20-2007 @8:48PM joann said... i live in south florida and i must agree with all of your comments there was a time kfc was great no longer the price is way out of line the quality has suffered service , cleanliness almost nonexistant why? i thought i was alone in my judgement because they are always busy a few months ago i said enough havent been back when i want fried chicken i make it myself i just dont have it as often oh well probably better for my arteries !
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Ken

11-23-2007 @2:58AM Ken said... I read the entire article.Looking for the recipe is a joke no recipe cant print it. THIS SUCKS . Have a good turkey day. Ken
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PAT DAYS

1-02-2008 @8:30AM PAT DAYS said... My mom would use only CRISCO OIL to fry her chicken and then drop about 2 sticks of LAND O LAKES butter in trhe grease to make it a pretty golden brown!!!
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jerry

1-11-2008 @7:27PM jerry said... Wow, everyones anti-kfc, how about Bojangles? I love their hot n spicey chicken,sausage gravy,and dirty rice and bisquits mmmmmm.Too bad theres only 1 here in ny,they cost to much to franchise,and brooklyns 2 hours away,so anyone got a recipe thats similair to bojangles chicken?Its like goutmet popeyes.
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