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Southern ComfortPosted: 12/6/2006
I cooked a chicken. Mary bought one already cut up. I opened the package— two too large breasts, two thighs, two drumsticks, no wings. Bugger— I like wings. I like them so much, I’ll buy a five pound bag of ‘em and grill ‘em— every square inch of my grill packed with fatty avian goodness.
But I had no wings now. And the pieces I had wouldn’t cook in the same time. I thought of cutting the rib meat off of the breasts, but that would result in a couple of strange boney pieces recognizable only to regular patrons of KFC.
Then a solution hit me— I could use a lipped baking pan with my oven set to convection— the lip of the pan partially protecting the smaller pieces from overcooking while the jumbo breasts cooked thoroughly.
So I dried and breaded them with a mixture of breadcrumbs, sage, basil, onion powder and salt. I served it with a rice pilaf and brussels sprouts with buerre blanc (my favorite side).