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Hello, Culinary Playmates:

It is I, Helenka, your fearless advocate of gustatory creativity (aka I eat weird but really tasty food and think you should, too). And, just to make everything crystal clear, in our last post a certain chef (Brian, if you haven’t figured it out already) attempted to impersonate MOI (though, really, I don’t think going blond would suit him at all). So I’m relieved to regain my official editor’s perch here.

Now, who’s up for fried chicken? No … there’s no catch. Really, ‘cuz we’re making it the healthier way, in the oven (based on the recipe from Cook This Not That VOL 2).

Once again reaching into my nostalgic vault, I will remind our viewers that I did not grow up eating deep-fried chicken. The only deep-fried food I ate occasionally was those oh-so-tasty strips of powdered sugar covered dough (chrusty, in Polish) that I’ve described in a previous blog. Only later in life did I discover a certain fast-food establishment where one could buy cut-up fried chicken pieces. No, it wasn’t the Colonel’s place, but a burger joint that branched out into fried chicken for a short time. Actually, even though the crust was pretty good, I would usually remove the breading and eat just the superbly tender chicken meat that had been cooked to perfection. Not bad for fast food.

::ponders for a moment:: Wait a minute. I’m wrong about not eating breaded food (though it still wasn’t deep-fried). We used to have the Polish version of Wiener Schnitzel (pounded thin cutlet, dipped in egg and breadcrumbs and then sautéed). You will also find fried or breaded chicken in European cuisine, though typically in an upscale manner. Anybody up for Chicken Cordon Bleu? Or Chicken Kiev? Still fried chicken. And that brings me to my devious topic today: how herbs and spices can take a dish from one country (or continent) to another.

I faintly remember some of the spices used when I was growing up. [Hey, I was even shorter ::sighs:: and couldn’t reach the cupboards!] I know there were the basics of sugar, salt and black pepper. I also remember pickling spices (for dill pickles, the tall jars packed with huge fronds of dill, or in an artfully-arranged jelly of pigs’ feet with carrots and other cute cut-up veggies). And white pepper that was used in the Polish version of Gefilte Fish (instead of ground fish in the shape of balls, it was rolled into a cylindrical shape, wrapped in muslin cloth and poached in broth before being sliced into a thick round and served in the broth on a soup plate). And I remember bay leaves for – what else – but chicken soup. And paprika for devilled eggs. Oh, also caraway seeds for hot sauerkraut. And orange extract and vanilla for baking, if I recall correctly.

Otherwise, most of the flavourings were derived from real food sources (chopped onion or garlic, soaked dried Polish mushrooms, etc.). So, when I moved out on my own, acquiring herbs and spices became an adventure. I remember my first purchase was a cello-wrapped pack of three jars that included a bonus paperback book on spices. I also remember buying my first wok, along with sesame oil, special Chinese spices and cookbooks. Or having raw fish (alas, not even close to sushi-grade) at home, enhanced with wasabi (Japanese horseradish) and gari (pickled ginger). [Oh, dear. Now I’m really missing the taste of dried cuttlefish snacks from the shop at the corner of Yorkville and Bay.] And making cold soba (buckwheat noodles) with snipped laver (seaweed sheets).

After that, I would buy spices here and there, but I still wasn’t as adventurous as I would have liked. So, when I saw a special deal at my fave department store downtown ::waves to the long-gone spirit of Simpsons::, I snapped it up. What was it? It was a brown wooden rack (um … colonial style?) filled with a brand-name of 24 different herbs and spices. I then bought a duplicate rack, removed the jars (putting them aside to act as refills) and began to buy the flavouring ingredients (yay, lemon zest) I was coming across in my cookbooks. What cookbooks? Oh, the Time-Life series, both foods of the world and individual food groups. Whenever I would want to cook a certain food, I’d check both sources (nearly moaning over some of the recipes) and then I’d choose exactly the perfect recipe for the occasion. So, I’ve always appreciated how recipes can flow through geographical boundaries or be transformed into a unique blend of cuisines from countries that share a border (anyone for Alsace-Lorraine?).

Variations:
This recipe provides a perfect opportunity to infuse different flavours into both the coating mix as well as the marinade. Add some grated Parmiggiana Reggiano and finely-chopped parsley to the breadcrumbs, as well as garlic, oregano and basil to a tomato juice marinade … and it’s Italian … er … fried chicken. You see what I’m doing – just using my imagination (which I’ve done ever since episode #1 and haven’t run out of ideas yet). You don’t need me to repeat all of those whacky variations I’ve given you in countless episodes. Of course, you can look up a few, but allow yourselves to let go of your preconceived taste sensations and – shock of shocks – EXPERIMENT!!! The best thing will be that you will end up with succulent chicken pieces that are so full of flavour – both inside and out – that you won’t dare remove the fried crust, because you’ll be missing out on an amazing complementary taste experience.

Brian’s intent for making both the chicken and the yummy smashed ‘taters was to try to recreate a restaurant experience we used to have as often as possible (well, it sure seemed that way, lol) many, many years ago. When we didn’t know where we wanted to eat, we’d usually head downtown to our fave rib’n’chicken place. Though it wasn’t only the ribs or chicken, it was the spices and hot sauces used in the cooking process. And there just happened to be the hypnotic open rotisseries that were … uh … very … oh, wwwowww…. Hmm? What? Oh, right. Note to self’s mind: Mind, get back on track! And the special smashed ‘taters were another feature that both Brian and I really enjoyed though, as you can see, they’re so easy to prepare at home. Please let our experience motivate you to recall a dish you’ve eaten at a restaurant and try to recreate it at home. You’ll be surprised to see how much fun it is and the feeling of accomplishment when you realize, “Hey, I can do that, too!”

Well, that’s a wrap for yet another episode. Until next time, have yourselves a great week and don’t forget to have fun with your food, too!

Enjoy!
B&H =;)

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