Ahhhh, the excitement of being a newlywed. I wanted so much for our first dinner in our new home to be perfect.
My mother-in-law had shown me how she fried her chicken and then made gravey from scratch. She also taught me how to make rice. A staple in their house. I can do this...or so I thought.
First the chicken...fried quickly to a crispy golden brown. With a touch of the grease and drippings still left in the skillet, I began to slowly add the flour (this was suppose to absorb the grease). Finally, the water was added. Oh my gosh, what transpired was a globual the size of a baseball. I would add more water and more flour until at last....gravey! Never mind it had made enough to feed a football team! Meanwhile, the rice was bubbling away.
With the table set and all the fixings placed just so, my husband came down for dinner. I was so pleased until the moment he bit into the chicken and it was still raw inside...ok...we'll just zap that in the microwave to finish cooking it. The rice and gravey looked perfect....until....I placed the spoon in the gravey and it stood up straight -on its own. Imagine setting a piling in cement...please...let the rice be ok!
I never have mastered frying chicken. Though I have learned to cook rice and gravey...let's just say if a chicken winds up fried on my table it is due to the KFC.
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