Which also happens to be my 43rd birthday today.
To celebrate the occasion, my beloved husband made fried chicken, baked potatoes, gravy, and a salad. The man can fry. He used his grandmother’s cast-iron Dutch oven, every drop of oil in the house, and an organic chicken he cut up his own self, without noticeable injury. He soaks the chicken in butter and insists on removing the skin, which I normally would consider sacrilige. But he may have won me over.
I had been worried about the gravy based on the following conversation:
Me: “Fried chicken would make a wonderful birthday dinner! I’d just like to request gravy to go along with it. I can make it if you need me to.”
Fred: “Oh, that wouldn’t be too hard. You just add milk to the grease in the skillet, right?”
I am stunned into speechlessness.
Words return. “No, that just would give you warm, greasy milk. There’s one thing you left out.”
Luckily, Fred consulted Mrs. S. R. Dull’s Southern Cooking before going further. He apparently added a splash of red wine to her recipe, which is not an inventive touch I normally would condone, but I was blissfully out of the kitchen.
Mrs. Dull’s recipe tells you to spoon the chicken grease into a pan and add butter. Add your two tablespoons or so of flour, then a cup of milk and a cup of water, and salt and pepper. I would have used all milk and no butter, and certainly no red wine, but this was still a nice, rich gravy, browner than what my grandmother made. And it was good.
It was a wonderful birthday.
I soak the chicken in buttermilk. I’ll have to detail the cutting up of the bird in my blog – it was a process that didn’t go unremarked upon by the kitten pals as they swarmed around my feet, waiting for the drop of a tasty giblet. I didn’t lose heart, offal as it may seem, and long liver that I am, I pondered puns on “visceral” and “gizzard.”>I love you, your “stream of consciousness” husband
Glad the chicken turned out good. Happy Birthday, Jami! I wonder if Fred is confusing chicken gravy with red-eye gravy, for which you simply pour a liquid (black coffee) into a pan of drippings?
Happy Birthday, Jami. And Fred, good call on the red wine. I add a splash of red wine rather indiscriminately to most things that I cook, and about 85% of the time the result is a happy one.
Happy Birthday Jami!>Ya gotta love a fella who soaks chicken in buttermilk.>Hope you are doing well in Durham and that I will meet you sometime in the near future.>gaye
Yes, you do have to love the Fred. Gaye, we will have to visit Charlotte soon!