Good Morning.
I've had a seriously unsettling few days. On Friday morning I had an absolute catastrophe because my web development platform decided to switch to a different format and I couldn't e-mail my blog. I called the tech support number and talked to a young man at least fifty years younger than I am who told me to do this and this and this in order to do something else. I kind of did what he said but still couldn't e-mail my blog. I called back and talked to another youngster who used terms I'd never heard before. He directed me to a site that would guide me through the switch over process but I still couldn't do it. Look, I am not a patient person. By late Friday morning I was almost chewing the plaster off the walls and using pirate language.
In the middle of all of this, my daughter called and wanted to come over and do the laundry. This was a family edict a few months ago because they decided I would one day land at the bottom of the basement stairs in a heap of cotton and acrylic. I told her I didn't care about my laundry, that I needed to e-mail my blog before I put fresh anything on either my bed or myself, so she went on with her day and on Saturday I sat at my desk and watched six hours of YouTubes in a flannel shirt with chocolate ice cream on it. On Sunday I watched the news shows until I was ready to seek asylum in any country with a warm climate and a president with dark hair.
On Monday afternoon I wanted to run some errands and discovered that my car had a flat tire in the garage. I backed it out onto the driveway and called AAA. A pleasant, lumberjack sort of man arrived half an hour later and put on the spare. Then I had a Popeye's attack and absolutely had to have Popeye's for dinner and off I went, only to have the spare go flat on a busy thoroughfare five miles from where I live. I pulled onto a side street, called AAA again, and munched on a wing and a biscuit while I waited for the tow truck. Then there was the problem of how I'd get home. The tow guy said I could catch a ride with him to the car tire place and they could give me a courtesy ride to my house, but when he showed up, I realized there was no way my knees were going to get up into that big old truck, so I phoned my granddaughter, a spectacular young woman named Morgan who drives a knee-accessible Avalon. She arrived shortly with a big grin on her face and I waved my car off to the doctor.
"I see you have Popeye's," she remarked when she spotted the box in my tote bag.
"I had an attack," I told her to gales of laughter. "I decided to call you for a ride rather than your mother because she'd get mad at me for going to Popeye's."
"Well at least your tire went flat after you got your chicken rather than before," she said.
Morgan understands me. She is still amused by rather than fed up with my considerable transgressions.
And here is how you make Cajun Fried Chicken. It has 650 calories per serving.
6 chicken thighs
6 drumsticks
2 tsp. kosher salt
1 tsp. freshly ground pepper
1 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup hot sauce
1 egg
3 cups flour
2 tbsp. cornstarch
2 tsp. garlic powder
2 tsp. onion powder
1 tsp. each oregano, basil, cayenne, and paprika
Vegetable oil
Pour the oil into a large skillet until about an inch deep. Heat to 350 degrees. Sprinkle the chicken pieces with salt and pepper and set aside. Combine the buttermilk, hot sauce, and egg in a shallow dish. Mix up the flour, cornstarch, and seasonings in another dish. Dip each piece of chicken into the buttermilk mixture and shake to remove excess. Place each piece in the flour mixture and shake gently. Fry in batches for about 15 minutes, turning over each piece every couple of minutes. Drain on paper towels and let the meat rest for 10 minutes.
Let the good times roll.
Best regards,
Elisabeth
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