Fried okra and cornbread. Seriously, this is a meal. Something fried? Check. Something with enough carbs to last you a whole week and made with about a carton of buttermilk? Check. A thick slice of butter between my cornbread? Always.
Mashed potatoes, fried chicken, mustard greens & iced tea. Mustard greens are tricky because they can be a little bitter, but add a teaspoon of sugar as they cook and it balances out the flavor.
I like my mashed potatoes one of two ways. Pureed within an inch off their life, or nice and lumpy with lots of butter and salt.
Okra before frying has a beautiful star shape, but it's slimy. After being battered with buttermilk, cornmeal and flour then fried golden brown, they're hollow with a satisfying crunch. I eat them like popcorn.
I marinated the chicken in buttermilk. Sensing a theme here yet? Get a load of those breasts. I admit I was a bit envious. Next time I'll cut them in half. They'll cook more quickly and then four people can have a breast piece.
I cut up a whole chicken. It's cheaper and strangely satisfying. Bloodlust anyone? I was watching True Blood while prepping the bird. Now that's a show I love. My mom can't stand it because they butcher southern accents. Um...they could speak Russian and it would still be my favorite show on tv.