Tonight I attempted fried chicken for the second or third time in my life. Fried chicken is not one of my favorite foods, but my little man LOVES fried chicken and I thought I would give it a try. It was moist in the inside, but the outside did not have that flaky yummy crust that fried chicken is known for. I think fried chicken is an art, one that you need to learn from someone, not by a recipe.
My father-n-law makes the best fried chicken and little man loves it and my nephews ask for it. The next time he makes it I think I will have to go over to his house and watch him make it. I think this is one meal my son would love me to learn to make(and husband too).
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