Recipe: Super Easy Fried Chicken

Not too much going on here. Well, that’s a sorta lie. Nothing big just that the pregnancy migraines have returned. Oh joy. I haven’t even been in enough of a good mood to go with the story and picture idea. I’m pretty nonfunctioning when I have migraines. I guess it’s because I’m such a big baby when it comes to any sort of headache since I rarely get them when not pregnant.

Well, I’m still all headachy but I just ate the most delicious chicken ever, and it was like so easy to make for fried chicken. You might be thinking “But Trish, I would think fried chicken is already easy to make?” You would be wrong. lol It’s messy, and you tend to get burned while making it. (At least I always do – I get burned a lot while making it) I can’t take full credit for this recipe, my mom was the one who told me how to do the actual cooking on this. The rest is me. (Though if you’ve ever made fried chicken some is like “duh…” lol)

Before doing anything – make sure that your chicken is completely thawed.

What you’ll need:
1 lb. boneless skinless chicken breast or tenders
3/4 cup flour
4 tbsp seasoning of your choice
vegetable/cooking oil
1 egg

1 large cast iron skillet/frying pan
1 small circular cake pan
1 large mixing bowl
paper towels and a surface to dry the chicken on

What you’ll do:
1. Pour enough of the oil into the frying pan to have about a 1/2 inch of oil in the pan. Stick the pan in the over and preheat the oven to 450 degrees.

2. While the oven heats combine the flour and spices into the cake pan. Mix thoroughly so that the spices are evenly mixed in with the flour.

3. Whisk your egg in the large mixing bowl until the white and yolk are all mixed together and then add your chicken to the bowl. Stir them together until all the chicken is coated in egg.

4. Doing one tablespoon at a time, stir in 5 tablespoons of the flour/spices into the chicken and egg.

5. Once the oil and oven are heated remove the pan from the oven. Take your chicken and coat it in the flour mixture and then place the chicken in the pan. Put the pan back in the oven.

6. Cook the chicken for 20 minutes flipping the chicken after each 10 minutes. If after 20 minutes the chicken still doesn’t seem golden or isn’t fully cooked continue cooking and flipping the chicken at 5 minute intervals.

7. When the chicken is done take it out of the frying pan and let it drain for about 5 minutes.

There you go! There’s mine and my mom’s recipe for easy fried chicken. Enjoy!

#1. The order things are done in.

Trying out a new idea for days I have nothing to blog about. I actually did something similar last year when I went to Arizona and scheduled my blog posts.

Him – “Why is Auntie Katie getting married if she just had a baby?”
Me – “She didn’t just have a baby. Elizabeth is almost one now.”

Him – “So why is she getting married?”
Me – “Because most people actually get married before they start having babies.”

Him – “But you and Daddy didn’t get married until after we had Bella.”
Me – “No, we got married after we had Ryan. We had to make sure we liked both of you enough to get stuck together with you and take the chance there may be more one day.”

Him – (quiet for several minutes while thinking) “Huh, I guess y’all like us then.”

12… Parks… Sleep

This is going to be a short and sweet little post.

12 Weeks Pregnant… and I’m up almost 8 pounds. *gulp* I totally don’t get it. I’m watching what I eat, exercising for 30 minutes a day 5 days a week. I am going to scream if I gain 40 pounds again with this pregnancy.

Belly and I went to the park yesterday. I was so happy it has finally cooled back down for us to actually go anywhere and play for long amounts of time. Now if my new zoo card would just get in already we could finally go back to the zoo.

OMG, how sweet is this?? Sunday night (since the boys didn’t have school Monday) the boys used their bunk beds to build a fort on Ryan’s part. Then they cuddled in their together and watched tv and slept. There aren’t too many “Awww” moments with the boys together anymore.

It’s a sandstorm! It’s a sandstorm!

We I told the boys about the baby the other day.

I had to just go ahead and tell them without John (who kept putting off and putting off when we should tell them) because my youngest son – Ryan – greatly offended my sensibilities.

We had all just gotten home from picking the boys up from school and I was hot and uncomfortable in the clothes I had to squeeze into to wear. As soon as the kids were in the house I went straight back to the back of the house and changed back into my comfy clothes. Ryan walked in as I was putting the shirt on and he then proclaims that I am getting fat. I was like, uh… no. And he was all “Oh yes you are! You have a tummy like me, you aren’t all skinny like Zach anymore.” Obviously I could not let my son think I was getting fat. Of course I had to decide to tell him and Zach what was up.

I sat the boys (and Belly since she wanted to be included) on the couch and brought out the ultrasound pictures. I started with Zach first.
“Zach, do you remember what these pictures are?”
”Uh, aren’t they pictures of your tummy?”
”Good. Do you remember what was in my tummy last time we got these pictures?”
”Bella, right?”
”Yup, that’s right.”
”So…. those are new pictures of Bella in your tummy??”
”No Zach, because Bella is most obviously not in my tummy anymore.”

I moved to Ryan next.
”Ryan baby, do you know what these are pictures of?”
”Uh…. oh, I know!!”
”Really? Well what is it?”
”It’s a sandstorm!!”
”No babe, it’s not a sandstorm.”
”Yes, it is! I know it is. It’s a sandstorm!”
”No, it’s really not.”
”You’re just wrong mom.”

Obviously my plan was not working.

I pulled both the boys closer to me and pointed to the baby-blob in the ultrasounds. I used the semi-clearer not so close up one and asked the boys:
”Do you see this? This blob? If you look really close it looks like it has a head. And you see these bumps on it right here? They look a little like teeny tiny arms and legs. So this long part would be like the actual body. Can y’all see those?”

The boys both said that yes, they could see all of that so I looked at them and said:
”Now think about all of those parts we just talked about and tell me what you think this is a picture of.”

And they then answered – at the same time:
”A new baby?” – Zach
”A sandstorm!” – Ryan

Once I finally convinced Ryan that it was indeed a baby, and not in any way shape or form a sandstorm, he was so excited. He’s going around telling everyone he knows that we’re having a new baby and he’s going to get a new baby brother or sister. Zach is still holding out judgment, but he says he’ll be just OK so long as we don’t make him share his room with the new baby too.