I got super jealous when my parents told me that Gran had fixed
her fried chicken for Sunday dinner, where everyone in my family
gathered to celebrate Papaw's birthday. So as an ode to Gran's famous
fried chicken, last night I decided to soak some chicken strips in
buttermilk, dredge them through a flour concoction with pink sea salt
and black pepper and fry them up. They weren't as good as hers, but they made
me think of home.
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Truth = Ruth makes some ridiculously good food. It is a real treat to sit at her table.
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