For quite some time, my husband has asked me to learn to make fried chicken like his mom. My sweet MIL is so humble, she tells me its just fried chicken. But its not “just” fried chicken, its some of the best I’ve had. (Don’t tell my grandmas I said that, ok?)
Here’s the picture documentary to prove I learned. Now, I need to practice making it. Thanks to my SIL, I have these pics – I forgot my camera that trip.
yum. Does she just batter it in flour?
Yup, flour, salt and pepper. She swears by Crisco. Its GOOD!