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Fried Chicken for the Soul

My baking days are coming to close--I have used up all my flour, and there is no way I am cleaning the oven again before we move.  Same with the stove top.  We will make do with the BBQ grill and the propane burner and beer/liquor.  If you don't read Michael Procopio's blog Food for the Thoughtless, you should, if only for this fried chicken recipe.  It also makes the best onion rings I have ever prepared at home.  Definitely double dip. 

This serious/slightly disgusted facial expression has to do with the handling of raw chicken.

I was prepared with lots of paper towels/clorox wipes and an apron.  I don't deliver babies with an apron on--it was a birthday gift from a good friend.  Don't worry about dipping the chicken back in the buttermilk mixture, the boiling hot oil will kill any germs.  I cooked somewhere between 325-350F.  I used wings, and by the time the skin was browned the inside was fully cooked.  Cooking outside is a good idea too, just make sure to bring your oil in once it cools unless you want to attract vermin to your back porch.

Our good friend Kim came for dinner; it's nice to have people in your life that you don't mind having over to the house when you are in the midst of getting ready to move.  It's even better when they help you clean up the dog poop that your husband doesn't realize he's stepped in and tracked all over the kitchen.  That's what friends are for, right?  Then we had angel food cake with Nutella that I grilled on the panini maker for dessert.  Only a little weird after the dog poop incident.

We spent the rest of the weekend cleaning up the camper and the house, and I made Ian clean out his office.  Even though he "cleaned it already" he has spent half a day recleaning it.  Good thing I agreed to see "Dark Knight Rises" yesterday.  I love Christian Bale even though I find his Batman voice ridiculous.  It was also 2 hours and 45 minutes that I didn't have to spend cleaning.

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