The chicken fingers of our childhood were glorious sticks of white breast meat, coated in a dubious, yet totally delicious breading that contained who-knew-what but got fried in oil so it didn't matter.
We know, we know. You think your mom makes the best fried chicken period. Nostalgia and hometown bias aside, though, many of us are also very opinionated about our favorite fried chicken joints outside of our own childhood kitchens.
Recently, a new ad has found its way onto the comedy channels, and this one is the most offensive of all because it doesn't just make comedy fans look stupid; it makes the entire male gender look stupid.
Growing up in Washington state, I had few opportunities to enjoy decent examples of this ubiquitous American dish beyond KFC and Hungry Man dinners, so now I immensely enjoy living in a city that is rife with chicken choices.
Before I sat down to write about John Currence's new cookbook -- Pickles, Pigs & Whiskey -- I surveyed my brown liquor shelf and found just the right courage: a bottle of Willett Rye with one good pump left in it.