The Home Cook: Susan Harwood
“My mom would be so happy to see I’m sharing her fried chicken. Every Sunday she’d get out her electric skillet. She’d fry the chicken halfway, turn off the skillet, then we’d all go to church. When we returned, she’d finish the chicken and then we’d eat. She wasn’t a very good cook.” Susan laughs.
Susan Harwood is a happy cook, especially when she has her wine. “That’s my problem,” says Susan, “I have to have my wine to cook, and I love to cook. So...”
Susan is a dear friend, and it’s a treat for me to have her fried chicken, which I never really learned to cook. But it is Susan’s specialty. Her grandsons love it (her vegetarian son as well, who grants special dispensation for it) and they frequently try to sneak it into their pockets when leaving, but she usually catches them.
Susan doesn’t know what the big deal is about her chicken. “It’s so simple” she states. “I just rinse the chicken, shake it in a big of flour and fry it.” Even better for those of us who have never learned. Thanks, Susan.
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