Not failing again
Him: Papa, that looks like fun. Can we play?
Me: (laughing) Yes?
The kid and I were watching something the other day and, on it, the people started playing Jenga, which I’ve not played with him since we found some oversized pieces in the middle of the street that one time.
So, we dusted it off and I played with both boys while Sara took care of some work around the pad.
I feel this will be the kinda thing that we’ll look back on and remember fondly.
That’s the hope, anywho.
I won one round and the kid won one round.
Me: I bought 11 pounds of chicken.
Her: Why did you buy 11 pounds of chicken?!
Me: I’m trying to cut down on my cholesterol. Plus, it was on sale. (thinking) Now, what are we gonna do with 11 pounds of chicken?
Her: I dunno, what do you wanna do?
Me: Man, I wish we could fry it.
Her: Fry it? I could fry it.
Me: Wait, are you serious?
Her: Sure, why not?
Me: You know how to do that?
Her: Logan Lo, I’m from the south. Of course, I know how to fry chicken.
Now, if you’ve been keeping up with blog for any amount of time, you know that the following are crack to me:
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- Gyros/shawarmas
- Chili
- Rum
- Chinese/Taiwanese food in general
- Fried chicken
I’ve made pan-fried chicken a buncha times, but I’ve never made actual deep-fried chicken before.
In fact, I believe that this would be the first time in my (adult) life I had home-made fried chicken before – my mom had made some for me as a kid, but it was decidedly Chinese in nature not American/Kentucky…
So, with that, Sara cut up 11 pounds of chicken.
Marinated it in some seasoned buttermilk for a few hours and then mixed up a killer flour dredge.
Used an entire bottle of oil.
And got to frying 11 glorious pounds of fried fowl.
It turned out pretty amazeballs.
That’s her with the very first batch, which looked and smelled just perfect.
After the four of us – the two boys were pretty jazzed to have homemade fried chix for the first time as well – she and I chatted as we cleaned up the colossal mess together.
Her: So, I have a confession to make.
Me: What?
Her: This is only the second time I’ve ever deep fried chicken. The first time, my apartment filled with black smoke, so this was a much better result.
Me: I’ll say!
Her: I know my stubbornness is sometimes one of your least favorite qualities of mine, but here it played to your favor. I was NOT going to fail again.
Works for me.
Location: home, wondering if I should take apart my computer now or not
Mood: exhausted
Music: you know i like my chicken fried cold beer on a friday night (Spotify)
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