It’s embarrassing really. Honestly, something I probably shouldn’t even admit out here on the World Wide Webs. Now, I’m thinking I should stop before I start.
Oh well. I guess, admission is freeing.
Up until a week or so ago…I. Had. Never. Made. Chicken. Fried. Steak.
I know. Regretfully disappointing. Me, a born and bred Okie, having never made the quintessential Midwestern food. I’d like to say it was an oversight on my part. Something I just never got around to doing. But, truly, that’s not it.
I was afraid. It’s a labor intensive process, y’all. Plus, it involves frying. In case you’ve forgotten, I like my forearm skin attached. But the people who live in my house love Chicken Fried Steak. Like, seriously love.
So, in the name of those I love, I tackled Chicken Fried Steak. It was exactly like I thought it would be. Sloppy, messy, and burn-y.* But delicious. Really delicious. Enough so, that I will probably tackle it again.
- Pull out your cookbook, The Pioneer Woman Cooks
- Turn to page 142
- Follow directions.
Okay, so I probably could have done it without the recipe. It’s a pretty straight forward method. Bread meat. Fry in oil. Make gravy from delicious drippings left from frying meat. Eat with mashed potatoes. I just wanted clarification before I was elbow deep in breading. And the results? See for yourself!Ignore the bite marks. I forgot I wanted to take a picture. Oops.
*My forearms, not the steak. I should really wear a long-sleeve shirt when frying. Or a holocaust cloak. (Yep, Princess Bride reference. Total. Nerd.)