Here’s a piece of steaming hot chicken wing for you to drool over. Remember how I said that I used to only eat the chicken breast? NO MORE! I now LOVE dark meat. First of all, chicken wings are really the bridge chicken piece to eating dark meat. SERIOUSLY. And then when I started to realize that if I cook the thighs and legs long enough, most of that gross fat that I hated would melt away leaving only succulent and tasty, moist chicken meat! Try it yourself and see if you dislike dark meat.
Here’s the recipe from Bon Appetit and a link as well. Some of the commenters have suggested that this isn’t the ‘real’ recipe. Well, La Diva ain’t gettin’ into all that! Like spaghetti bolognese, I’m CERTAIN that every family or chicken shack in Nashville has their own version. But this one is from a Nashville restaurant that is pretty famous for making it, Hattie B’s, so I’m going with it. And besides, it turned out delicious!
I cut the recipe in half for just the two of us. (Diva doan need to be eatin’ fried chicken for days, y’allmean?!) Supposedly, you some people go even hotter by adding more cayenne. I was fine with the three tablespoons, even though I could probably go much hotter, The DJ was happy as a pig in mud, just the same.
RESULT: HOT damn, this chicken is goooood! AND I ain’t lyin’! The skin was nice and crispy, the combination of spicy and sweet flavors is totally addictive. My suggestion for success is to use an instant read thermometer in order to closely monitor the oil’s temperature as well as checking each piece of chicken well before the suggested cooking time was up. This recipe is definitely not for the faint-hearted or for those dieting.
At suppertime, the DJ cranked out some good ol’ blues music while we enjoyed our dinner al fresco on our balcony, not a word passed between us but mere grunts and moans of delight. THAT’S HOW GOOD IT WAS. The white bread is perfect for quelling the heat and the sweet bread and butter pickles were a great foil for the chicken too.
Do you see that coleslaw on my plate? Well, most of it is there….because I couldn’t be bothered to put down my delicious chicken and pick up a fork. I was tempted to eat the slaw with my hands, but hey, I’m not that trashy! But more importantly, I am now a FRIED CHICKEN CONVERT. I loves it. But only once in a while, it’s too dangerously addictive otherwise!
Ciao for now, darlings!