Can you hear that sizzle? It’s more than just a sound; it is the timeless call of Southern comfort. We begin with the heart of the plate: the chicken, prepared with a reverence for tradition. I’m taken back to my Grandma Mae’s kitchen, the air thick with seasoned flour as she worked her magic. The secret is disarmingly simple. A dredge of flour, a generous hand with black pepper and salt, and a...
