Graphic, detailed close up of dead chicken. Not for the squeamish.
I had a pretty easy day today at work and got home at a reasonable hour. So I decided to fry the chicken that was defrosting in the refrigerator. There was no protest from Robert. We also had mashed potatoes with skins on, and fresh corn on the cob. Washed down with (him) Diet Pepsi and (me) iced tea. Robert is the one who taught me the trick of the triple dredge. It’s kinda messy, but worth the effort.
That poor dead chicken didn’t know what hit it!