National Fried Chicken Day 2015

Ok, I’ll admit it. I am completely addicted to fried chicken. I could eat it everyday, if only my arteries could take it.  The combination of delicate crunchy exterior and tender juicy chicken is happiness on a plate.  Fried chicken was the comfort food of choice for my childhood years, and the very best was made in my grandmother’s kitchen in her cast iron skillet.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

My grandmother lived on a very small farm, about two acres, where she raised chickens and had an extensive vegetable garden. She canned fruit and vegetables, and made pickles, jellies, and chutneys. As a kid, I learned to appreciate the difference that a really fresh egg can make to breakfast.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

This was the era of putting bacon grease in the vegetables, and potatoes were served at almost every meal, often with corn. Her fried chicken started off with catching one, wringing its neck, plucking the feathers, then cleaning it before cutting it into pieces.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

My grandfather was a fried chicken freak as well. He once made a bet with my grandmother that he could eat fried chicken three times a day every day. So she took that bet, killed a chicken every day, plucked and cleaned it, and fried pieces three times a day for three months. He happily ate every piece. Yes, he even ate it for breakfast!! At the end of three months of this, she gave up and told him he won. It was years before she would fry chicken again.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

I have searched in every town I have lived in for that hole-in-the-wall, out of the way place that fries chicken the old fashioned Southern way. No cayenne pepper for me!! There is no way that any chain can do this southern tradition the way it should be. The pieces must be huge, crust thick and golden crunchy, delicately seasoned, with tender, juicy meat. Just walking into a place, I can tell by the aroma if they know how it is done. Sadly, the local haunt here that really knew how to fry a perfect chicken has closed.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

Many years ago, I would drive two hours to a mom-and-pop place, just to eat the best fried chicken on the planet. It was in an old house where every room was crammed with tables and chairs and there were chickens everywhere.   Chicken shaped salt-and-pepper shakers, chicken pie plates and dinner plates, chicken planters and candlesticks, chicken trivets and cookie cutters and anything else you can name were displayed on shelves or hung on the wall in every single room with little of the wall showing. The aroma of fried chicken was so wonderful, and it permeated your clothing while you ate. The recipe used there has never been duplicated. All I know is that it was batter-fried and the batter contained honey. Not only would I have a meal there, I would bring home a 24-piece box for the next few days. No, I wouldn’t eat it all myself, but I could have!  It went out of business years ago when the owners retired, and I wore black for a week in mourning.  They supposedly sold the recipe to someone that opened up another restaurant, but it wasn’t the same.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

Back to my grandmother’s chicken, she soaked the chicken pieces in buttermilk for at least an hour in the refrigerator, and sometimes overnight. Then, she would dip them in egg, plunge them into a paper bag with her seasoned flour and shake it. She only used salt and pepper in the flour. She just let the pieces sit in the flour inside the paper bag for about five minutes. Then she would give the bag a shake and let it sit a while longer. Depending on her mood, she might shake that bag several times. Heating up her cast iron skillet, she melted shortening to a depth of halfway up the side of the skillet. Then when the melted shortening was hot, she would take the chicken and gently lay it in the hot oil, frying for about 12-15 minutes per side on a medium high heat. She would cover the pan with the heavy cast iron lid. When the chicken pieces were golden brown and cooked through, she drained them on paper towels. Heavenly!!

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

I inherited that well-seasoned cast iron skillet although my chicken will never be as good as hers.  Some years later I found out her secret quite by accident.  I no longer fry chicken at home, but if you do, use self-rising flour.  I accidentally used it once and was amazed that batch was closer to hers than ever before.  It wasn’t until I was cleaning the kitchen that I realized why.

Grandmother's Fried Chicken on From My Carolina Home

I have several of my grandmother’s chicken salt-and-pepper shakers that now happily reside on my kitchen windowsill and around my kitchen.  They are all in the pictures above. They remind me of a happy time, when getting a plate of fried chicken was the highlight of the week. Those precious memories of a loving grandmother, frying chicken in her warm and sunny kitchen, in her old brick home, and the wonderful aroma of many a Sunday dinner will stay with me forever.

Do you have a favorite grandmother’s chicken memory?

7 thoughts on “National Fried Chicken Day 2015

  1. Reading your post reminded me so much of my grandmother and her fired chicken too! She had some of those same chicken salt and pepper shakers too. SHe lived in Kentucky and we would go and stay there every summer . Such fond memories 🙂 Thanks for reminding me. No one makes fried chicken like an old school cook form the SOUTH .

  2. suzi

    My husband loves fried chicken as much as you… Have you tried High Hampton’s (Cashier’s, NC) chicken on their Sunday afternoon dinner? It’s his favorite!

  3. Rosemaryflower

    WOW I love the chickens.
    I know nothing about fried chicken. I have had some fried chicken, I thought it was okay. I never buy chicken from fast food.
    My son-in-law’s entire family is from the south. I bet they have some great fried chicken recipies.
    I recall eating fried chicken at my nephews dinner gathering the evening before his marrage to a southern girl in Tennessee
    We ate at some restaurant,,,,,;
    I need a good recipe

  4. I’m hungry now. We are not a fried chicken country over here in the UK, unless you count the onslaught of KFC in nearly every town. It’s not a dish that is made in the home

  5. Mary Jo

    I remember the process of getting fried chicken cooked by my farm wife grandmother as well. And it including going to the chicken coop to get a chicken! I am convinced that part of the reason her chicken was so good was that it was walking around the chicken lot just hours before it was on my plate!

  6. I LOVE fried chicken!!! My grandma was not a good cook so I don’t have a favorite grandma chicken memory. My favorite grandma memory is of her telling stories while we snuggled in bed. She was a great story teller and a very affectionate grandma.

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