Fried chicken is as American as America. If you don’t believe me, Betsy Ross and I are coming over to your house tonight to kick the tar out of you.
Here is where the flavor happens. Flour mixed with Hungarian paprika, salt and cracked black pepper. That’s it. Just throw the chicken in and toss to get a even coating.
This part is a little trickier than it looks. It’s easy to under cook the chicken if the oil is too hot. I bring the chicken up to room temperature first so it will cook faster in the pan. Just because it has a golden brown exterior doesn’t mean it’s done. Nobody likes a mouthful of pink, bloody chicken. It’s true. I asked around.
If everything goes as planned, this is what should end up happening.