Thursday, March 1, 2012

Sometimes I get homesick for food...


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.

1 comment:

D.W. said...

Truth = Ruth makes some ridiculously good food. It is a real treat to sit at her table.