He came home from work last Monday declaring his intent to make a new recipe over the weekend. He said, without hesitation, that he was going to make a spicy, fried chicken sandwich. I honestly had my doubts about this, I mean making meatballs is one thing, but coating chicken with the right ingredients, and frying it up into a crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, spicy chicken sandwich is another. After he explained the whole process of accomplishing this task to me, I knew he had the process down right because as a teen I worked at Kentucky Fried Chicken. I watched the cooks prepare and fry the original and extra crispy chicken. I just wasn't really sure that he would be able to fry the chicken at the right temperature to really get that crispy coated chicken. Of course I don't keep many thoughts to myself, so I told him I wasn't so sure he could pull it off. LOL!! I thought at the very least that maybe expressing my doubts about it would actually just fuel his resolve to make it happen, and it did. :) He did it and the best part is...he forgot that he told me I couldn't have any, my punishment for doubting him. He served me a delightful dinner and I was determined to eat it! LOL! And finish the whole thing I did. :) After I scarfed down the last bite he said, "HEY, you weren't supposed to have any!" I double dare him to try making something else next week!
The perfect way to finish off this Sunday...with a brownie bowl sundae.