There is no recipe. They simply used a little bit of this and a little bit of that and cooked it until it was done. These reveals were often followed by joyous remembrances of picnics and Sunday dinners and family reunions, and every now and then I’d get a clue: Barbara had that cast-iron skillet. Your grandmother used Crisco. The paper bag? They say it’s to better coat the chicken, but we only used it ’cause Momma used it. Garlic powder. Paprika. And don’t forget the oil has gotta be hot!…-Kwame Alexander
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No matter the culture, the “recipe” is always the same: “Watch, learn, don’t interrupt, eat.”
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Ha ha so, true!
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