When I was done dithering, this is the end result. Chicken wings were marinated overnight in Greek yogurt, olive oil, cumin and I forget what all else. Rice pudding contains raisins that I rehydrated in water and rum extract. No real secret ingredient in my very first batch of mashed sweet potatoes, but I must note they are vegetarian, but not Vegan. The cornbread is Aldi's "LiveGFree" box mix with a capful of apple cider vinegar dashed in.
The longest Indian Summer in my life is dun. Let Winter commence!
Cacophony of senses! The sound of the chicken hitting the grease, the heat releasing the herbs to dance aromatic. My eyes saw the browned skin which promised my tongue a textured experience to enhance the experience of flavor.
Today is now tomorrow and the chicken is in a colander. I've got the oven preheating to 350 and plan to use the pizza stone that's heating one the second shelf up. Got the iron skillet out. Soon as Gramma gets out of my way, I'll be beating a couple eggs in one bowl and some Cup 4 Cup flour in another bowl as well as some crunched up corn cereal.
When I was in Junior High School, I was taught to assemble my ingredients in Home Ec. Being a creative, free thinker, ready to reinvent the wheel, I ignored that step for a decade.
I've got six split breasts "marionating" in buttermilk. Buttermilk, Old Bay and more than a couple splashes of hot sauce. I am nearly embarrassed to admit that I am using a four quart plastic ice cream bucket for this overnight step towards buttermilk chicken. Gramma would have me hold onto every single tub ever brought into this kitchen, but I am awfully glad I realized a couple, three would come in handy. This particular experiment is having my hands type here for a minute, publish, cook for a minute, then open up this particular post again.
If you don't dream they can't come true