skip the nonsense talk, if you wish and jump to the bold.
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| *image snatched from google |
however, there was just one thing stopping me from fulfilling this craving. <drumrolls> my dear madre, bless her heart, strove to keep us Ma kids whipped up in good health--beating together smoothies concoctions in her lab and making sure we drank every last bit down, even if it contained celery. yum. she made sure to incorporate whatever organic she could into every meal. after the whole hormones-in-milk fiasco, all dairy products were practically banned from the house for a year. naturally, this meant that my mother, by all means, had an intense passion against all things greasy and fried. in another words, she dreaded and abhorred anything that soaked in bats of sizzling oil. the chances of me persuading momma bear to buy chicken tenders only to fry them into nothing but charred crisp of tasty was beyond slim.
fast forward, yesterday during a conversation with my brother, out of the blue, he told me had been craving a certain food. what, oh what, could it be? i asked. dun dun dun. lo and behold, FRIED CHICKEN! keep in mind, i hadn't told him about my craving. i was more than ecstatic; another person to pull on board. now 50% of the Ma population had a craving for fried chicken. i mean, c'mon, what were the odds?! (complete sarcasm folks, if you couldn't tell by now). we Ma kids knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that good ol' pops would be more than willing to jump on board with us. all that there was left to do was bug mum about it. that night, we tenderly brought the subject up, by incorporating our conversations with "fried chicken". we even ended our prayers with "amen. <whispers> fried chicken!" eventually it all turned into a chant of "fried chicken! fried chicken!" at the top of our lungs. never mind that it was late at night and our neighbors upstairs could probably hear, fried chicken ALL. THE. WAY. so. intense.
needless to say, IT WORKED. we just had to compromise with momma bear and go with oven-fried chicken. less grease, everybody's happy, more of a crisp than crunch, but hey, nobody's complaining. win both ways.
i ended up using a bit each of two recipes and it turned out tasty. here's how i made it.
you need:
about 10 chicken drumsticks
2 eggs, beaten
3/4 cups panko bread crumbs
pepper, paprika, salt, thyme, oregano and cayenne to taste
for the sauce:
1 1/2 tsp. worcestershire sauce
1/2 cup ketchup
1 1/2 tsp. cider vinegar
1 Tbsp. brown sugar
1 small onion, chopped
a little olive oil for cooking
01 preheat oven to 400 F
02 toast panko in a skillet until nicely browned, remove from heat and set aside.
03 mix eggs with the spices and salt in a separate bowl. set aside when done.
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| mum bought this accidentally instead of panko bread crumbs, but it all worked out, because i ended up using the instructions on the back along with the one i found on the internet. |
04 dredge the drumsticks in the egg mix and coat in bread crumbs. repeat until meat is evenly coated and covered
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| you can actually use chicken breast instead, but i like drumsticks better |
05 set finished drumsticks on an aluminum lined baking sheet
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| pre-oven |
06 bake for 45 minutes or until cooked thoroughly.
07 toss onions in a skillet, with a bit of olive oil. cook until tender then remove from heat
08 while onions are cooking, mix the worcestershire sauce, ketchup, brown sugar and vinegar together and then mix with onions when done. wala! your sauce is done. make sure it's not too sour. i think putting more worcestershire and sugar helped balance out the acidity in the ketchup + vinegar.
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| Unwrap the Possibilities |
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| in the end, we sort of all agreed the sauce was the best |
07 last but not least, pig out like yo mama never taught you your eating mannerisms ;)
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| *drool* |
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| *melt melt* |
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| comee to papa! |
okay, i'm done. go make this. it's Christmas break, you don't have an excuse.
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