Sister Deb came to visit this weekend. She asked Chris if he might cook his amazing fried chicken. Beyond that cooked by Colonel Sanders, her fried chicken experience has been limited. I was a bit surprised that she asked for this particular meal, as she avoids eating fatty foods normally, and what is fattier than fried chicken? Chris, however, was delighted to fulfill this request, he is very fond of that recipe and likes to share it with people he loves.
Deb jumped in to help create the feast. As dinner preparation progressed, I stepped out to milk goats and do evening chores. When I came back inside I was greeted by the magical scent of dinner cooking, and overheard the following conversation. "You are cutting off some of the skin," Chris said. Deb was washing the chicken pieces and seasoning them before the batter was applied. "It's the fat," Deb replied. "It's the SKIN," Chris protested. "Here I am, adding as much fat and calories to the meal as I can, and you are cutting off the best bits!" Deb looked at the vat of hot, bubbling grease and realized the truth in his words. The music of laughter filled the house.
Dinner was lovely...
The chicken was crispy, hot and juicy. Deb seemed suitably impressed.
Of course there were home made biscuits, too.
And more laughter. It's delightful when family visits, (and Chris cooks!)