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I started missing the "old days", plus I was hungry. After work, I went straight to Wal-Mart and bought a fryer chicken. I took it home and cut the thing up, seasoned it liberally with salt, pepper, paprika, then a rib rub I use for bbq... I then dredged it in flour.
By this time, my stomach was grumbling and I already had the oil in my cast iron skillet popping. I grabbed my tongs and started dropping pieces of chicken in the skillet. I probably had $4 in the project between the chicken, seasoning, flour, and crisco.
Last night, I feasted on fresh, country style fried chicken just like my grandma used to make. Today I've been eating cold chicken around the office. (people give you weird looks when you have a chicken leg in your hands at all times)
I just thought I would share my story. I could have gone to KFC, but it wouldn't have been the same. Sometimes it's better to take the time and do things yourself. It's more rewarding and cold chicken from KFC isn't quite as good as the stuff I make. That is all.
By this time, my stomach was grumbling and I already had the oil in my cast iron skillet popping. I grabbed my tongs and started dropping pieces of chicken in the skillet. I probably had $4 in the project between the chicken, seasoning, flour, and crisco.
Last night, I feasted on fresh, country style fried chicken just like my grandma used to make. Today I've been eating cold chicken around the office. (people give you weird looks when you have a chicken leg in your hands at all times)
I just thought I would share my story. I could have gone to KFC, but it wouldn't have been the same. Sometimes it's better to take the time and do things yourself. It's more rewarding and cold chicken from KFC isn't quite as good as the stuff I make. That is all.
