In no universe that will ever exist should fried chicken look like this.
But y'know something, it tastes pretty damn ok. Nevermind that the batter part comes off in one piece and you can kind of put it back on like a little helmet.
So I'm going to go eat this meal while you all get excited thinking about how I'd be in my own damn cooking show. Pro Tip #1: Drink your orange juice out of a free wine glass so you can pretend you're not still in your underwear.
One of the great things about being unemployed is the time and energy to do stupid little projects that will inevitably fail. Last week I tried to make a collage, and I glued a bunch of paper to my little TV table accidentally and it took forever to get off. So that's gone. I also pulled out my old saxophone today and tried cleaning it up, but I broke something and now half of it won't work right.
So ok as I blog I am doing another stupid thing: Improvising Fried Chicken. I have these 4 chicken legs, right, and I've totally been craving fried chicken ever since I saw The Help last week, so I'm making it happen but none of the recipes I found are easy. They all say "Let this sit for 12 hours!" or "Go out to the store to get these things you don't already have in the house!" so they can all go eff themselves. (I'm talking to you, Food Network dot com!)
So anyway I put some flour in a bowl and then I put some paprika and cayenne pepper in it and then I drenched it in beer to make a paste. It looks just like cookie paste but is absolutely vile if you eat it. I also melted some lard in a soup pot because I don't have a frying pan. If you have anything to say about how I keep lard in the house, post it in the comments.
So now the chicken legs are frying in this pan and it smells absolutely amazing, but I'm pretty sure something horrible is about to happen, stay tuned.
