Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the kitchen, of course. After all, today is National Fried Chicken Day. So with the exception of vegetarians and chicken pet lovers, the rest of us are cooking up some wonderful pieces of chicken.Continue reading “Summertime Fried Chicken Day”
In 1954 at a dude ranch outside Santa Barbara, California Ranch Dressing was born. By 1992, Ranch Dressing outsold all other dressings, including Italian. Yet if you aren’t from America or Canada, Ranch Dressing just might be unknown to you.Continue reading “Down On the Ranch Supper”
Today on the National Front, it’s Indian Pudding Day. While I’ve shared Indian Pudding in the past, frankly it’s not one of my favorite dishes. Basically Indian Pudding is cornmeal, molasse and milk. Not even authentically Native American.Continue reading “Saturday Night Naked Fried Chicken”
What were Sundays like when you were growing up? For me, Sundays were family time. It was crazy in the house, getting everyone into their Sunday Best before heading out to church. Back then, the Mass was in Latin. The only English I can remember was “Though the Mass has ended, go in peace”. Yeah, I was ready to go.Continue reading “Make Sundays Finger-Licking Good”
Today is National Alabama Day. Alabama, the Heart of Dixie, was the 22nd state to join the union. She was home to the original capital of the Confederacy, Montgomery. Alabama set the stage for secession, and nearly 100 years later, set the stage for the Civil Rights Movement.
Have you ever eaten at an El Pollo Loco? Good stuff, right? Ever since my first bite of their chicken, I have been searching for the real recipe. Believe you me, I’ve tried plenty and none has hit the mark. Guess what? Neither did this one.
Have you ever seen the 2000 romantic comedy, “Return To Me” with David Duchovny and Minnie Driver? It was written and directed by Bonnie Hunt, and was the last film of Carroll O’Connor’s career. He died a year later, and we lost one of the great ones. If you haven’t seen it, I’m not going to spoil it for you other than to say this was a beautiful romantic comedy, a real throw back to a more innocent time in the film industry.
Way back a million years ago, when you got married your name was put on some interesting mailing lists of companies trying to sell the newly weds all sorts of things, from furniture to cook books and magazines. One of the things I received in the mail were some recipe cards. They were designed to go into a binder. The binder and the reset of the cards would arrive once you had agreed to purchase them. You would get ten cards a month. I never did buy the recipe cards, but I did use their free recipe for Maryland Chicken.
As I am checking my “National Date” calendar for any upcoming celebrations to inspire me, I came upon September 1 – National Chicken Boy Day. National what? Okay, this needed further investigation. What the heck is Chicken Boy?
One of the things I truly love about summertime is all that awesome family cooking. I love the weekends with my guys. Hubby is the true Grill Master of our backyard domain. I am a master as sauces and sides. Together we make a great cooking team.
How many slow-cookers is too many? The reason I ask is because I’ve just shared with you an awesomely sinful recipe to honor National Chocolate Nut Day that utilizes a slow cooker, and that got me in a “slow-cooker” frame of mind. Which is fine, if you happen to have more than one slow-cooker.
It’s a lazy day. I’ve spent most of the morning menu planning for the next two weeks. Not that I always follow my plan. Life sometimes gets in the way, but at least I take comfort in the knowledge that I have a plan! As I look over my menu, I can’t help but to notice that there’s a heavy Asian-Pacific Islander influence in the meals I’ve selected. Maybe I’m just getting back to the basics of my roots – if that were possible. I’m a Heinz 57 of sorts – Filipino, Spanish, Native American, Irish and English with just a splash of Chinese thrown in for good measure. Yet most people mistake me for Italian or Mexican. Go figure . . . guess it must be the dark eyes.
Growing up, Fried Chicken – as in real fried chicken – was a stable in our house, especially on Sundays during the summer. Dad cut up the chicken, dredged it in flour and usually fried it in two big, black cast iron skillets filled with melted shortening. I can see him now in my mind’s eye, a kitchen towel draped over one shoulder.
Like most of us, I’ve got my collection of oven “fried” chicken. These are good recipes, but they all seem to fall just a little short of that true “fried” chicken texture. One morning, while I was making my spice rubbed picnic chicken, (Let’s Pack a Picnic!) it occurred to me that the problem with oven fried chicken was the pan.Continue reading “Southern “Fried” Oven Chicken – No Lie!!”
Years ago, a dear friend returning from Portugal gave Hubby and I a beautiful bottle of wine from his family’s vineyard. We decided to honor the wonderful gift by serving it with an authentic Portuguese meal. Our friend (a chef in his own right) was kind enough to share his recipe for braised chicken. It was sumptuous! Perfect for casual outdoor entertaining.