I’ve had this recipe posted on the Google Official Blog bookmarked for ages but I’ve never tried it. The portions are “Google-sized” and call for 3 gallons of buttermilk and 30 chickens. I need to do the math and adjust down to a smaller yield, but if this fried chicken was good enough for The King, it was worth sharing.
Buttermilk Fried Chicken Elvis Loved
*Google-sized portions; read all the way through to get the total amounts needed*
1/2 c thyme
1/4 c oregano
1/4 c basil
1/2 c onion powder
1/2 c garlic powder
1/2 c dry mustard
1/2 c paprika
1/4 c chili powder
1/2 c celery seed
2 Tbsp salt
1/2 c coriander
1/2 c cumin
1/3 c kosher salt
1/4 c cayenne pepper
1/2 c ground black pepper
1/4 c ground white pepper
3 gals. buttermilk
3 cases organic free range chicken (roughly 30 chickens, divided into 1.5- to 2-lb. sections)
Mix these amounts of the dry ingredients together in a large bowl, then whisk in the buttermilk until it’s thoroughly mixed.
Pour the batter over the chickens and marinate for up to five days – keep refrigerated, of course.
Now mix another 4x the above dry ingredients, and add:
2 lbs. cornstarch
8 qts. all-purpose organic whole wheat flour
Dredge the marinated chicken pieces in the dry herbs/flour/cornstarch mixture mix.
Fry the dredged chicken in a large skillet with hot peanut oil @ 375 degrees. Once chicken has reached a golden brown color, finish cooking it in the oven.
8:30 AM: Wake up without an alarm after 9 hours of sleep.
9:30 AM: Breakfast at Panera. Bacon, egg, and cheese Asiago sandwich, half a spinach and bacon soufflé, and a large coffee.
11:15 AM: Avengers in 2D. Large popcorn and a large bottled water.
2:40 PM: Cabin In The Woods in 2D.
5:00 PM: Dinner at Carrabba’s. Veal Marsala, garlic mashed potatoes, sausage and lentil soup, blackberry sangria.
7:10 PM: Avengers in 2D. Chocolate covered pecans we snuck in.
Yep, pretty great day.
This past weekend, Lauren and I took on the modest challenge of roasting a turkey. Spoiler: we didn’t screw it up and we can do make it even better next time.
I don’t know where it came from, but there’s been a frozen turkey in our freezer since Christmas. In the first week of January, I bought an aluminum “use it once and throw it away” roasting pan and it’s been sitting on the top of our fridge. Thursday I put it in the fridge to thaw out and I got on the Internet and read about 30 “how to cook a turkey” recipes.
When I got it out of the wrapping Sunday afternoon, there were parts of the “insides” that were still icicles. Turkcicles. And I’d never ripped the neck out of the turkey cavity before (it was a visceral experience) and had Lauren to pull up a YouTube video on her phone of someone demonstrating how to do it so I felt a little more comfortable with the whole process. Separating the skin from the meat was also a little uncomfortable. And I had to run to the store because we didn’t own a meat thermometer. And I’m not that good at carving a turkey. I ended up using my hands for most of it.
Next time I am doing a few things differently:
- stuff the bird with onions, celery, and rosemary.
- lay it breast side down, so the breast meat stays moist.
- find a better use for the wings, since they have so little meat on them.
- two words: flavor injector.
Here’s the best part: on Sunday night we had a tupperware container in the fridge holding about 8 pounds of cooked meat and it’s been easy to make lunch all week. Last week I made about 8 pounds of pulled pork in the crock pot, which lasted us about 15 totals meals (dinner for both of us 5 times and several lunches). Week before that I made sausage and lentil soup that was about 7 meals. I can make a batch of red beans and rice that is about 8 meals. It’s a nice way to live.
When we first got married, I would make dinner and it was just enough. No leftovers. I would cook 1 meal. My tune has changed. I would much rather cook for 10 meals at once. Our fridge is filled with leftovers these days, and it makes making dinner during the week much easier. I’m not to the scale of cooking cafeteria-sized recipes, like this one for Elvis Presley’s favorite fried chicken, but maybe one day.
I have Thursday and Friday off work, my parents are in Nashville this weekend, and I’ve got a birthday to celebrate. Here is my to do list for my four day weekend:
- finish reading the Steve Jobs biography
- take one 2.5 hour nap
- eat at Chuy’s
- teach these puppies to “Sit”
- eat at Germantown Cafe
- do the dishes
- see Wicked at TPAC
- get my hands on some 1792 bourbon at the Beer, Bourbon, and BBQ festival
- find a recipe for Crock Pot Pizza that doesn’t use pasta
- rip the DVDs of my original theatrical versions of the Star Wars trilogy (IV – VI) and convert to MP4
- buy dog food
- eat at Carrabba’s
I had one *tiny* speck of work email to do this morning, but that’s it, I’m not working any more until Monday. I’m off to start on my list.
I created a WordPress blog for my upcoming wedding and after looking at how many out of town guests we are expecting, I decided to add a page with links to nearby hotels and places to eat. With a little bit of thinking, I put together a neat list of cool local spots in Nashville. I’ve only been to 6 out of 16; I feel ashamed. Here’s my list:
12th Ave South.
Hillsboro Village / Belmont.
- 1 lb applewood smoked bacon
- 1/2 cup dark brown sugar
- 3 cups heavy cream
- 1 cup milk
- 1 1/4 cups sugar
- 4 egg yolks
- 1 vanilla bean, split
preheat oven to 400 degrees. lay bacon on baking sheet, sprinkle with brown sugar, bake for 14-16 minutes until awesome, cool, chop fine.
combine cream, milk, vanilla bean, and sugar in heavy saucepan over medium-high heat until hot and sugar dissolved, stirring just occassionally. discard vanilla bean.
in small bowl, beat egg yolks until smooth. slowly whisk in 1 cup of hot cream mixture. return yolk mixture to saucepan, beating constantly. cook over medium heat, stirring continuously, 6-8 minutes until ready (mixture will coat the back of a wooden spoon, do not let it boil).
strain the mixture into a clean bowl and let cool completely. stir in bacon and put to use your favorite ice cream maker. makes 1 serving. original recipe came from Cat Cora. If she had used more bacon in her desserts, she might win a little more in Kitchen Stadium
There were four crawfish boils I could have gone to this weekend, but as schedule permits, I could only make one. I’m glad I went to this one. Up in Ashland City, in the backyard of an old farmhouse, and it was very well done. Four batches in all, each getting hotter, just poured right over a recreation table covered up with newspaper. I never did try the corn on the cob, since people were lined up for those. But must have had at least 3 pounds worth of crawfish. Mighty tasty. I’m not sure how all that eating will impact my diet, but I would think it takes more energy to harvest the crawfish tails than the caloric intake of the food.
It couldn’t have been nicer weather for most of the day, sunny but not too hot. Plus there was a horseshoe pit. Every Saturday should be like this.
And it went to a good cause, raising money for a local animal shelter.
It’s been a long week and I weighed in. Haven’t lost a thing. I haven’t gained any weight, mostly because I’ve been conscious of portion control. My eating habits are off balance. I’ve had battered and fried Chinese food for 5 meals in the last week, not to mention the outrageous meal I had last Sunday and cheesecake I ate last night. I’m not snacking and I’m not eating a 4th meal, but I am trying to make myself feel better by eating. All I’ve wanted all week is comfort food [hence the Chinese delivery].
I skipped my workout yesterday because I will be walking my endurance distance on Sunday [hopefully outside if weather permits]. I skipped my workout today for no good reason other than I just wanted to get home. Tomorrow, me and 15 of my closest friends are meeting up at a place in Kentucky called Patti’s, which is about a 2 hour drive. Big pork chops, legitimate desserts, and hopefully a relaxing atmosophere.
I don’t know why this week has worn on me so much, but it’s pushed me back into some bad habits, the worst being laziness in my diet. That all changes on Sunday. But first, tonight I’m polishing off that cheesecake, tomorrow I’m having pork chops, and maybe by Sunday my mind will be in the right place, because rain or shine, I’m walking 7.5 miles.
I went to the 10pm show of The Watchmen last night with Joel & Herch. A group from work went to a midnight showing (excuse me, 12:01 am showing) on Thursday night/Friday morning, but I didn’t want to be a zombie at work Friday because I had some deadlines to meet. How annoyingly responsible of me…
I left the theater not knowing how to feel (I still don’t). For about an hour after I got home I was trying to recall the last time I watched a movie that made me feel like this. I described it to Herch as the feeling of “vomiting profusely however it leaves a good taste in your mouth”. This morning I put my finger on it: Boogie Nights. I felt the same way after watching Boogie Nights. As soon as the credits roll, you know that you’ve watched a great movie, but you can’t really explain what makes it so good or what would be appealing about it.
“…we sense it’s not interested in a plot so much as with the dilemma of functioning in a world losing hope.” –Roger Ebert
I tentatively highly recommend it, if there is such a thing. The characters are base and gritty, full of passion and malice and (self-)love, but if you can get over some of the objectionable content, in fact you’re going to need to embrace the objectionable content (mostly grisly violence, voyeuristic sex, and male full frontal CGI), then these characters will win you over.
Before the movie, Herch and I ate dinner at a joint in Bellevue called Wildwood Oak Fired Kitchen. Unfathomably good. The calamari appetizer was off the chain and served with a pesto sauce that sets a new standard for me. Herch had a pepper crusted pork roast with spinach and pureed parsnips. I ordered the Paella with Chicken, Sausage, and Mussels. It’s too expensive to eat there often, but it’s so definitely worth the price tag.
Last time I went camping, like a month ago, I left the campsite around midnight because it started raining. So I bought a 3 season, 1 person tent and I’ve yet to pitch it. Still sitting in the stuff sack it came in. I’m probably going camping again this weekend and I’m going to look like a fool trying to setup my tent without knowing how. In the dark.
I’m tempted to revisit my previous success with campfire dinner by making those tacos again. They were easy to make, awfully tasty, and I cooked about 2 pounds of ground chuck and we didn’t have any leftovers. I may be sleeping in a tarp wad, but at least I’ll have a full belly.