Buttermilk Baked Crispy Chicken

Put your hands up if you love crispy, crunchy, spicy chicken wings?
One of my favourite things to eat mostly as an act of undignified indulgence, but I'm usually left with Eaters Remorse afterwards for the oil slick that they usually come in, or the overbearing sickly sweet sauces. So I decided to give my own a go.

As it happens, I’ve never been a massive fan of potatoes. Shock horror.  I blame my childhood.  Endless evenings watching mum peeling and boiling spuds – the floury kind that stuck to the roof of your mouth.  The worst kind being the “first earlies” that would be steamed and eaten in their skins with only butter making them palletable. 

Buttermilk Baked Crispy Chicken

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Put your hands up if you love crispy, crunchy, spicy chicken wings?
One of my favourite things to eat mostly as an act of undignified indulgence, but I’m usually left with Eaters Remorse afterwards for the oil slick that they usually come in, or the overbearing sickly sweet sauces. So I decided to give my own a go.

First things first, you gotta start with great quality chicken. Thankfully, I have my local friendly chicken farmer, affectionately known as “Chicken Dave” and he is the sharpest dressed farmer to be seen anywhere.

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White Pudding Croquettes

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As it happens, I’ve never been a massive fan of potatoes. Shock horror.  I blame my childhood.  Endless evenings watching mum peeling and boiling spuds – the floury kind that stuck to the roof of your mouth.  The worst kind being the “first earlies” that would be steamed and eaten in their skins with only butter making them palletable. 

Mashed spuds were never really quite right, bereft as they were of any kind of milk or butter to make them creamy and I detested jacket spuds (I’m still not a fan to this day unless they are finished off on a barbeque…how utterly middle class of me).  Chips were great because they were always freshly hand cut, but they were a once-a-week treat on a Saturday. How I looked forward to that.

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Kate Ryan

Food Writer

Secretary Irish Food Writers Guild

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