Saturday, January 4, 2014

The only chicken sandwhich my daughter will eat...




Ok, so I know I said I was going to try and make French onion soup again this weekend, so I can write about it and maybe share some pictures, but David kind of nixed those plans at the grocery store. See he shops at the meat department first (because he is very much a meat eater), and then I have to figure out what to make around that.

So last night for dinner, I made chicken sandwiches, somewhat reminiscent of Chick-fil-a. It certainly isn’t up there on any healthy meals list (and might explain why I don’t feel so hot today), but it sure was tasty. Even my notoriously picky daughter ate one. 

I pretty much use the same recipe no matter what type of chicken I’m frying. If I’m frying chicken for a potluck, I cut boneless/skinless chicken breasts into strips; if I’m cooking for David’s parents I do bone-in chicken thighs, and for chicken sandwiches I just cut the chicken so that it fits on a bun when I’m done.

The boneless/skinless breasts that we bought last night were HUGE, so I only used 2. I cut one into 3 decent sized pieces, and the second one I cut into 4 decent size pieces.  In a medium size bowl, I cracked 2 eggs and added about a cup and a half of whole milk, and mixed that together. Then I put all the chicken in that to just chill out a bit while I heated up the oil and seasoned some flour. Now I am horrible with measuring, so my flour mixture usually goes something like this: dump a bunch of flour into a bowl, add a whole bunch of seasoning salt, a good amount of garlic powder, onion powder, white pepper, and black pepper, and depending on who I’m cooking for maybe a dash of cayenne pepper (or if I don’t care who I’m cooking for and I just want to season it to MY tastes, I add 2 or more dashes of cayenne pepper).

When the oil is hot enough (usually tested by dipping something into it to see if it started bubbling immediately, last night it was a French fry, leftover from when I made burgers a couple nights ago) I take a piece of chicken out of the milk and egg, let it drip for a moment, and then drop it into the flour, make sure it gets covered completely, then into the hot oil it goes. I repeat this with 2 more pieces of chicken. Then I run over and wash my hands, because the sticky milk and flour goop grosses me out. When it looks like the bottom of the chicken is turning golden, I flip the chicken over with some tongs. I think this is usually somewhere between 5 and 10 minutes, though I rarely look at the clock, so I don’t know. I do know the only time I ever served undercooked chicken, I was following someone else’s recipe, and I used their timing method, and it was gross. After that I went back to trusting my instincts and thanking my lucky stars that I haven’t’ screwed up chicken that bad on my own.

So when the chicken looks about done (probably another 5 minutes or so, maybe more if it is a really thick chicken piece, and definitely more if you are cooking with the bone in), I take it out and set it on a plate with a paper towel while I make the next batch. When all is finished, I serve on potato rolls with lettuce and cheese. Well, cheese for Rosalyn and David, just lettuce for me. 





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