We made fried chicken last night. Well, I started it and then became so impatient with the cooking that Will finished it. Ten minutes a side my. . .butt. This is Will checking the temperature of the cooking oil with the laser infra-red temperature taker that Auntie C gave him for Christmas. Who knew it would be so useful? The chicken tasted okay once it was (finally) done, except it lost some of its crispness on account of being finished in the oven. Wrapped in tin foil. (The tin foil was my idea---not a good one---not Will's.)
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