tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post3302161647508650127..comments2024-03-16T10:37:09.839-04:00Comments on Life in Mathews: Fried ChickenChesapeake Bay Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-44907298069919035372009-08-12T20:48:23.808-04:002009-08-12T20:48:23.808-04:00Stay resolved, CBW! Both with the fried chicken.....Stay resolved, CBW! Both with the fried chicken...and and other chickens in your life.Curt McCormickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14976654422887380211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-56312442637996273602009-08-12T15:23:19.017-04:002009-08-12T15:23:19.017-04:00Aw, CBM is the best! My Grannie used to fry chick...Aw, CBM is the best! My Grannie used to fry chicken and taught my Mama, but she doesn't do it anymore :( I'll have to talk to her about that, or maybe I can come visit and you could share some of yours??<br /><br />I love to read your posts about the good ol' days.<br /><br />Sending you {{HUGS}} !mom x 2https://www.blogger.com/profile/15115720645603075732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-13204344120631598502009-08-12T13:03:31.343-04:002009-08-12T13:03:31.343-04:00CBM is truly a gem. I can picture it now.
My gran...CBM is truly a gem. I can picture it now.<br /><br />My grandma made the best fried chicken. Her true recipe/technique died with her, but I have her cast-iron skillet and no aversion to Crisco whatsoever. Also, my oldest first cousin is in charge of "mess" (food) during hunting week at the cabin, and he claims to make as close a facsimile to grandma's fried chicken as is possible in this day and age. I need to get him to write it down for me.<br /><br />The Washington Post featured 5 fried chicken recipes in its food section a few weeks ago. I kept it and intend to try all of them... one of these days.Meg McCormickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01226110990838922422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-88639245938713573562009-08-12T12:07:34.146-04:002009-08-12T12:07:34.146-04:00Oh, I remember Safe-Way, and Lou Smiths. And I th...Oh, I remember Safe-Way, and Lou Smiths. And I think we had an Ames?... Those were the days. My grandma was a wonderful cook, also. I don't remember her fried chicken, probably because she couldn't cook it while I was there. Call me crazy, but as a child, I was terrified by the thought of Grandma slinging around a chicken, OK, I won't go into details. Ya'll country folk know what comes next. <br /><br />My Mom, on the other hand, did not inherit this cooking gene. Neither did I. My Mom's idea of fried chicken is Food Lion boneless, skinless chicken breast, sprinkled with some naked flour, (only once) and then put in a frying pan that only has PAM in it. <br /><br />I'm NOT kidding.<br /><br />So next time ya'll are having actual fried chicken, let me know, or I'll just follow the aroma.Lynne M.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-26349925325618260152009-08-12T11:22:04.009-04:002009-08-12T11:22:04.009-04:00I love your mama. Seriously.
I loved reading thi...I love your mama. Seriously. <br /><br />I loved reading this...love reading the recollections of when times were simple and the only stress we had back then was worrying about whether or not we'd remembered to hang out swim suit out flat or had forgotten it on a heap on the floor which meant it was going to smell horrid the next day. This post took me back to a time when my great-Aunts Meta and Wilhelmina used to make me a creamy potato hutspot and then sit around and tell stories from their youth and our family's immigration from Holland on the huge ships. <br /><br />*sigh* <br /><br />*hugs*Audrey at Barking Mad!http://www.iambarkingmad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-7262956053358091472009-08-12T11:05:48.362-04:002009-08-12T11:05:48.362-04:00Good comfort food made for a dear daughter by a lo...Good comfort food made for a dear daughter by a loving mother .. nothing better .. okay, nothing better I can comment on in a rated G blogDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-44256326242409320552009-08-12T10:55:12.406-04:002009-08-12T10:55:12.406-04:00Bless her beautiful heart. When I move into the b...Bless her beautiful heart. When I move into the brick house, I'll make you some dinner, too. Take care...Mental P Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05957544840704376193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-29758837537935604212009-08-12T10:47:49.407-04:002009-08-12T10:47:49.407-04:00I think I love CB mother. AND I think she needs to...I think I love CB mother. AND I think she needs to move to Detroit.Caution/Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11172990197662644455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-15414803110329267762009-08-12T10:13:22.460-04:002009-08-12T10:13:22.460-04:00Nothing better than comfort food. No comfort food ...Nothing better than comfort food. No comfort food better than fried chicken and mashed potatoes. <br />Your mom is one special lady. And I know this personally! ;-)abbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08879476262337290531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-32297238844560689222009-08-12T01:34:23.420-04:002009-08-12T01:34:23.420-04:00Glad to hear you got a bit of TLC. Hope the week ...Glad to hear you got a bit of TLC. Hope the week gets better - or ends, whichever comes first.Pueblo girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04904318623281033442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-48748684073429938972009-08-12T01:06:17.715-04:002009-08-12T01:06:17.715-04:00That should be "MAY life . . ." because ...That should be "MAY life . . ." because GAHHH I sound self-absorbed.fooleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14437690389824744691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-54189407260671415742009-08-12T01:05:20.653-04:002009-08-12T01:05:20.653-04:00I need to learn how to fry chicken on the BBQ, bec...I need to learn how to fry chicken on the BBQ, because I get more and more averse to grease in the air as I age. I just wish I got more averse to grease in my GULLET, but that would just be silly, apparently.<br /><br />CBMother is as wonderful as FooleryMother, which is saying something. My life just continue to get better for all of you!fooleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14437690389824744691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-1957022853800285842009-08-12T00:42:46.452-04:002009-08-12T00:42:46.452-04:00Oh boy, that detailed description of your Nanny pr...Oh boy, that detailed description of your Nanny preparing that chicken has my mouth watering. Your mom is a peach, not an apple! When you come to Texas I'd make you some chicken, but I'd rather not cook so we'll order up a bucket of KFC....or go out for a steak. we have the best steaks here in TX.<br /><br />Bandera, TX? People live there?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16036374022323687122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-25220764852547751072009-08-12T00:36:24.294-04:002009-08-12T00:36:24.294-04:00I can always tell in your writing when there's...I can always tell in your writing when there's a smile on your face...I can see it in your words. You have a fluid rythym and it ends up singing.<br /><br />Beautiful post and it made me smile.<br /><br />I need some Nanny fried chicken in my life.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11896061515444647254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-56166444963551151502009-08-12T00:14:31.281-04:002009-08-12T00:14:31.281-04:00AAH...THAT IS SO NICE...THE STORY and THE PHOTO!
...AAH...THAT IS SO NICE...THE STORY and THE PHOTO!<br /><br />oops...why was I shouting? Sorry.<br /><br />Anyway, it is good that you know how to make that fried chicken (well, roughly) cos not too many moons (or years) from now, you'll be the granny making it for your grandchildren! <br /><br />Haha! Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you...I am sure it'll be at least ten years. You have a little leeway yet!<br /><br />I just surprised myself by discovering that I could manage to put the roof racks on the car. That my son removed in January. Hooray. That means a little extra room when I pick up the family at the airport, in less than 48 hours time...argh. Not that I am going to put any of them up there, especially not the precious grandson.<br /><br />Sorry. I got a bit long winded there. Will stop now. May you continue to be surprised and encouraged this week.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10698343129217681652noreply@blogger.com