Chicken heaven, chicken he&&
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2016 10:40 am
So, to start with, frying isnot my big deal. Makes a huge mess in the kitchen, smokes up the Hacienda Boots, and my wife generally avoids fatty foods like the plague unless I cook them to utter perfection. Thus historically, you rarely find any kind of fried foods under the Boots archive unless say it's called for fish and chips.
However, recently I've determined that Boots needed to add some deep-fried skills to his toolbox, and with the wife out of town visiting the Mamacita and Boots Junior wanting fried chicken for Thanksgiving dinner, the opportunity was ripe. Therefore I dug into the deepest, dustiest recesses of the vault, and out came the propane flame thrower stand and my old reliable pressure cooker, Sputnik, and we lumbered out to the front porch to create some magic.
As is always the case, the photos are worth 1000 words (and thus you are spared 8000 from the usual Boots diatribe).
Like most things, there is a wrong way and a right way to do it, and as is usually the case, you do it the wrong way before you figure out the right way. Basically there is a radically discernible difference between dropping a battered bird into a pot of 525° oil versus dropping one into a pot of 350° oil. I must say however, that the bird in the first picture turned out juicy and delicious, once you peeled away all the astroid part. And the beautiful thing was, it was completely cooked within 15 minutes. Try doing that in a microwave....
I leave it up to your usually fertile and sarcastic minds to figure out which is which.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Boots
However, recently I've determined that Boots needed to add some deep-fried skills to his toolbox, and with the wife out of town visiting the Mamacita and Boots Junior wanting fried chicken for Thanksgiving dinner, the opportunity was ripe. Therefore I dug into the deepest, dustiest recesses of the vault, and out came the propane flame thrower stand and my old reliable pressure cooker, Sputnik, and we lumbered out to the front porch to create some magic.
As is always the case, the photos are worth 1000 words (and thus you are spared 8000 from the usual Boots diatribe).
Like most things, there is a wrong way and a right way to do it, and as is usually the case, you do it the wrong way before you figure out the right way. Basically there is a radically discernible difference between dropping a battered bird into a pot of 525° oil versus dropping one into a pot of 350° oil. I must say however, that the bird in the first picture turned out juicy and delicious, once you peeled away all the astroid part. And the beautiful thing was, it was completely cooked within 15 minutes. Try doing that in a microwave....
I leave it up to your usually fertile and sarcastic minds to figure out which is which.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Boots