Soda Bread with Raisins

getting into baking these days...summer seems like an excellent time to heat my tiny kitchen up to 110 degrees.



also, steph and i went to the Heights last week. brunch is delicious, and should be eaten everywhere for every meal.

live blogging fried chicken times

6:03
defrosting chicken in bath of running water. all systems go.

6:07
hear tinkling noise. huh? oh, flooded the kitchen.

6:11
water mopped with bath towel.

6:12
defrost, take two. this time sink drain is not blocked by bowl holding chicken.

6:40
heating oil to 350 degrees. hand shaking, breaking into fine sweat.

6:45
time for the chickens' oil bath. wicked scary popping sounds. sloshing hot oil. burns avoided, but floor possibly dangerous.

6:46
decide to put on shoes, feel relieved for thinking to wear a shirt.

6:48
open second beer.

6:50
the longest seven minutes of my life. really? seven minutes per side? i wonder if the cookbook author can hear this sizzling.

6:51
notice that some oil has escaped down the side of the skillet, is perilously close to burner flame.

6:52
make mental note to buy fire extinguisher.

6:53
time to flip the chicken. more sizzling. notice how much oil smoke has been produced. put tiny fan in window. make mental note to buy a box fan/never make fried chicken again.

7:00
remove chicken from oil, drain. breathe sigh of relief as burner is turned off.

7:01
take healthy pull on beer can. sit down to pseudo live blog.

verdict:
i'm a fried chicken master. delicious.