A Chicken Experiment

Back in high school, I remember that they would have, every so often, a dish that perplexed the heck out of me: Oven Fried Chicken. I decided to try this concoction out for myself. I have no idea if how I went about it was how they did, nor do I really care.

I took two chicken breasts and gave them a thorough dunking / marinating in a seasoned milk dip, then breaded them in a seasoned flour mixture (sea salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, all purpose seasoning and a dash of sage):

Then I tossed them into the oven at 475 degrees for about 20 minutes, then at ... either 325 or 350 (don't remember which now) for an hour. This is how they looked coming out:

Not too bad, I teamed them up with some instant potatoes and some of the (spoiler alert) blandest English peas I've ever had:

The skin of the chicken had a great flavor, it worked its way into the meat just ok, but it was very juicy. The potatoes were pretty good (considering I was out of salt) and the English peas sucked. They had no flavor at all, but I ate them anyway. The chicken was so good, I went back and finished the second breast after the first one, but I didn't finish the potatoes.

Wrap and a bird

For lunch today, I tried another turkey, ham and bacon wrap from the cafeteria:

As you can see, this time it didn't stick to the paninni press (and they had bacon). It was ok, not too great.

For dinner, I had a chicken soup craving, so I baked 3 chicken breasts, seasoned with salt, pepper and garlic salt. Once they were done cooking, I cut two up and tossed them in a pot with a bunch of chicken broth, got it boiling and added some egg drop soup seasoning. After it cooked for a while, I tossed in some rice noodles and most of a cut up potato.

I didn't get a pic of any of it.

The chicken breast I did eat was OUTSTANDING. I don't know if it was just a superb piece of meat or if I hit the exact perfect amount of seasoning or what, but it was tastier than it had any right to be. And the soup... oh man, it was outstanding too. It was so good, in fact, that I regretted eating the chicken breast earlier, because I wanted a second bowl of it.