A
fine old tradition throughout the “Rust Belt” was a Sunday Dinner
of Fried Chicken. The smell and taste of this down home dish along
with its close relatives of Mashed Potatoes, Pan gravy, maybe Corn on
the cob or Green Peas will always bring memories of Sunday to slave.
As
a child, my Great-Grandmother Elma would tell me how she had to stay
at home on Sunday Mornings to cook this every week. Now her 11
siblings and parents went to Church. Her father, Daniel, a Civil War
veteran didn't like this arrangement and her mother worried that it
might mean Elma would never get to Heaven. But someone had to get
the meal prepared for the family as well as for the various boarders
who stayed with them. Elma got the job.
She
would be the first to say that she was no great chef. The fact was
she cooked because she was a woman and that's what women who were
born in 1876 did! She cooked and sewed, even though her true joy in
life was building! She taught me to hammer and saw and paint! As a
woman in her 60's, she built an entire house by herself! (she did get
some help when it came to lifting the rafters up) but she designed
it, sawed the wood – no power tools either! She wired it and
plumbed in the kitchen sink. She
installed a wood burning stove for heat and hung windows to air it
out in the summer.
She
did this so she could rent it out and supplement her income during
WWII! This
was no tall tail, as a child I had been that house! Didn't all
grandmothers do that sort of thing? I loved hearing how, on weekends
she would love to get under her model T Ford and fill the grease caps
and re-set the points. The “Ford” did not have a fuel pump so to
climb any hills, she would have to back it up! A tear would come to
her eye when she would tell me of how her third husband, Tom, made
her promise to stop driving when he died. God, how I loved my
“grandma”!
But
anyway, lets get back to cooking. Eating fried chicken every week
might taste good but it is not very healthy. So you can still have
that crunchy goodness and not coat your throat with grease! This
recipe uses good old corn flakes. Little did old Dr. Kellogg know!
Yes, it is true that he invented the corn flake to “cure” young
boys from masturbation. Not sure how this was supposed to work
exactly. It sounds uncomfortable and very messy to say
the least.
slave
hopes you try this excellent take on the old favorite:
Sunday
Go To Meeting Chicken!
Ingredients
2½
lbs of boneless skinless chicken thighs
3
cups corn flakes
1
container of non fat plain Greek style yogurt
3
Tbs grated Parmesan cheese
either:
1½
tsp dried basil
1½
tsp dried oregano
OR
2½
tsp of Herb De Province
1
tsp Kosher salt
¼
tsp pepper
Vegetable
oil spray
Directions
- Preheat oven to 400°F.
- Lightly spray a cooking rack and put it on a baking sheet pan that has been lined with parchment.
- In a medium bowl, stir together the yogurt and the seasonings
- In a separate mixing bowl, crush the corn flakes and mix in the Parmesan cheese.
- Set the bowls and baking pan in a row, assembly-line fashion: starting with the yogurt mix, then the corn flake mix, then the baking pan.
- Dip each piece of chicken into the yogurt mix, then roll the chicken in the crumb mix and place it in the baking rack.
- Once all pieces are breaded, lightly spray top of the chicken with vegetable oil spray.
- Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, or until an instant read thermometer reads 170 in the thickest part of a thigh.
Slave
served this with home mashed potatoes because not only does Master
prefer the taste, but it makes slave feel like it is really working
to serve a home cooked meal. Even though a bottled gravy was used
and some frozen mixed vegetables also appeared on the table – well
slave is not a fanatic! ;-)
Happy
to be serving my Master Indy
socialslave
To
satisfy and restore.
To
nourish, support and maintain.
To
gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
to
nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I
cook!
Please
buy slave's cookbook:
The
Little Black Book of Indiscreet Recipes by Dan White
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00F315Y4I/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_vAT4sb0934RTM
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