Growing up my family didn't really eat anything fried. I grew up in a health food family, we ate lots of baked fish, veggies, brown rice... that kind of thing. Oh always with sprouts.

Alright now lets look at how my honey grew up. He was born into a southern Indiana household. I think their state food is "fried". Anything can be friend there. I had no idea, it was a completely new concept to me. If they eat fish, it has to be fried. Before me, he didn't know you could eat it without it being fried. It was weird.

So anywhoo because his mom is an expert frier and I am so not. I have never really tried my hand at frying foods. Here and  there I attempt it, but it is never really good, if you know what I mean.

My honey had made some comments like he missed homemade fried chicken. I thought "Well thats nice, hope you visit your mom soon". I ended up convicted like maybe I should look into making some for him. So I gathered up my courage, found a wonderful recipe, bought all of the ingrediants Then I prayed.

I dipped in egg, flour some breadcrumbs and threw those little flourery pieces of chicken in the hot, bubbleing pan of free radicles, Oh I mean grease. They bubbled themselves until golden brown. They really were beautiful. I should have taken a picture.

My honey was shocked that I had attempted this. As we ate I was in great anticipation of a comment, he withheld until the very end,when he said "What did you do to this chicken?"

Me: "Uh, I fried it"

Him: "No, did you dip it in something special.

Me: No just egg and flour and breadcrumbs

Him: Well, it is great. It stayed crunchy.

NOW THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD!!!

Him: It is so much better than moms, her crunchy stuff always falls off. I love this, maybe I'll by you a fry daddy so you can make this some more. (UGH)

I can't believe he said it was better than his moms! Whoo Hoo! I will never tell her that but I will always hold my fried chicken compliment in my heart.

I am a little concerned that he now wants to invest in a Fry Daddy. Like I want to fry  on a daily basis or something. Why would I want to do a thing like that. My entire kitchen is now coverered in a thin layer of grease from floor to ceiling. It really is a mess to fry stuff. Maybe in another 11 yrs I will try frying something else. I am glad for my success though. I am officially a good frier, and my husband would know.

Blessings,

Andrea