A buttermilk bath sounds like just the ticket as I ease into my golden years. Golden years? When are the golden years anyway? No matter lets get back to bathing in buttermilk. Isnt it fun to say - buttermilk. I wish I liked its tangy creaminess but I dont and the only time I like it is in pancakes and chicken.
This chicken bathed in this buttermilk for more than half the day before I fried and then baked it to perfection.
I fried it just enough to crisp up the crust then while still 'blonde' it sat in a 350 degree oven for 30 minutes to tender up the middle and continue to brown - result was buttermilk heaven. This chicken jumped in your mouth and begged to be eaten, it laughed tenderness and cried flavor, golden, hot and delicious.