I refused to be defeated by fried chicken so I decided I would try it again, only this time, the "real" way. It actually wasn't that bad, the splattering oil I mean. I can't say it was the best fried chicken ever, but it was good and John loved it so that's all that matters. We had it with mashed potatoes and sweet tea. Next time I have a request for some mac and cheese with it. Loving learning to cook some homestyle grub. Next thing I want to learn to make it some good ole buttermilk biscuits.
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