Fried Chicken Confessions & 38 Special

Failure is good for the soul. It builds character. I failed to create a great fried chicken yesterday, miserably I might add. There's a reason I don't have a signature fried chicken dish, and it's because I don't know how to cook one. Crispy on the outside, and raw as a catfish on the inside is what it was. I couldn't get the temperature of the oil right. It was a fucking mess.

I'm going to need some help with this one, expert help. My sister-in-law is going to have to take me through this step by step. Also, I'm heading down to Mississippi in early Nov. and I'm positive my friend Chris knows how to cook some bad ass fried chicken. So, this one will have to sit on the shelf till I can get some expert help.. I have a lot of great chicken dishes, but fried isn't one of them, cest la vie.

All the oil and the breading, the buttermilk, it's all carbos and fat. It actually made me a little ill. This comfort food is out of my comfort zone. My love of food generally runs in the Mediterranean diet of food, Italy, Spain, Greece, Mid Eastern and Indian cuisine to be exact. I've only had French fries twice in almost five months, and my body has adjusted to a much lighter diet, and I think the results of that change will pay off big time in the future. It already has in terms of weight loss.

Bottom line,  there is no fried chicken recipe. I did manage to salvage the chicken, and I'm going to make a nice light chicken salad out of that tomorrow. Right now I got a ton of pasta to move. I included in this blog a shot of the 2 pesto baked ziti, which along with the kale salad made a great meal last night. The recipe for the ziti is on yesterday's blog.

The other ground-breaking news that I have to report on this dumb ass blog is that my waist line is now a 38 " waist line. When I started I had a 44" waistline.

I bought 2 pairs of Dickie jeans probably 6 years ago when I was on another "diet". I got down to a 40 waistline but could never quite get to that 38" mark. The jeans have sat in my clothes closet since that time, until today. They're a little tight, but I can breath just fine. I was a 28" in 78', and 34" in 90'.

Today is a fast day, as apposed to a slow day.

That's it.


Peace,

Make Food, Not War

What I ate today; Dinner, a bowl of pasta and salad w/kale, lemon, evoo, cucumbers, black oloves,
                            s & p


Exercise: 5 miles walking

mise en place

before the oven