As we mentioned yesterday, Mr. N got to pick his whole meal for his birthday dinner. Despite his adventurous nature with food, he asked for one of his long-running favorites – chicken nuggets. This seemed a little lackluster to me, so I asked him if he wanted to try some real, authentic fried chicken. He was definitely game.
So since we’re cooking around the world and throughout different regions of the U.S., we thought we’d add some Southern soul to the night and go with Buttermilk Fried Chicken. For the recipe we turned to Kay over at Pure Complex. While Kay is a New Yorker now, she comes from a long line of Southern soul food cooking women, including her mom and grandmother from which this recipe was inspired. While we provide a list of suggested ingredients, as Kay said – soul food is about cooking from what you feel, not from what you see; so listen to your heart and adapt the spices to fit your family and tastes. And what a better way to make our first soul food dish – than by cooking it for my little guy’s birthday. It can’t help but come from the heart!
Now for the fun part! The day of the birthday dinner, we doubled up a few brown paper bags and added the remaining dry rub, flour, salt and sugar to the bag. Next we put a few pieces of the chicken in the bags to shake. You can guess how this went down.
In the meantime, we added about 64 ounces of peanut oil to a large stock pot with a deep fry thermometer. (I’m so happy we invested in one of these little gadgets. Not only did it keep our chicken from blackening, but it kept my mind at ease with the oil. Okay – not at ease, but a bit less anxious.)
Once the oil reached 300F we added the chicken legs and fried them for about 20 minutes. When they were done we removed them from the oil and set them to drain on paper towels while we added the wings to the pot.
In total it took about 40 minutes to fry up all the chicken. We had about two dozen chicken pieces that were juicy and fried to perfection. We served our buttermilk fried chicken with some cheddar garlic biscuits and of course the cobbler. You’ll note the absence of vegetables – it was Mr. N’s birthday after all! 😉
And speaking of Mr. N he gave the chicken 3 spoons and ate several legs! Miss A even ate her chicken; although it’s unclear if she liked it or was just trying to earn her cobbler. And dad and I both gave the dish 4 spoons.
I’d like to extend our thanks to Kay and her mom. We are honored to have had the pleasure to enjoy one of your family recipes. It was wonderful and a great birthday dinner! (Not to mention it’s providing me with great leftovers for the week!)
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