A poem by Chelsea Peretti
This evening I standing ate
chicken tenders
out of the pan
The inspiration for this succulent, pure-meat meal tonight (and subsequent powerful poem!) is my blogging friend JK, who often describes his chicken fry adventures.
Here's JK's fried chicken recipe in his own abrasive words:
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i made the bomb ass fried chicken.
don't even act like you're not jealous
i have become such a fucking goddamn master of fried chicken i freestyled this recipe:
marinate chichen thighs (juiciest and awesomeest parts of chicken) overnight in: soy sauce, sugar, chopped scallions, minced garlic + grated ginger.
bag of seasonings
dust it in flour, baking powder (for crispiness), garlic powder, ground ginger, black pepper, cayenne pepper, salt, + ground corriander seed.
fry in: bacon fat + safflower oil (or grapeseed oil).
I INVENTED THIS RECIPE. eyeball everything. you know what tastes good.
me. workin' it.
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