Last night, Adam offered to make fried chicken -- um, make that buttermilk-double-dipped fried chicken. I think the double dipping was a bit of a pain for him. But this chicken had the BEST after-dinner taste EVER. I didn't brush my teeth. I sat on the couch and savored the zippy, yummy flavor in my mouth for about an hour.
Here's the dipped chicken:
Frying it up:
Served with some garden-fresh tomatoes:
Anna looking cute in an apron:
Julia ALMOST avoided having her picture taken:
The chef. I made that apron!
Peter is at the beach with friends and missed the chicken. Philip was sick last night, so he had his supper brought to him on a tray.