OK, here's the thing with fried foods at home; they disgust me. Can't do it. I fry maybe 3 times a year. The picture's here looked so yummy I thought I'd better give it a go.
I came to the conclusion that I'd rather pay for chicken fried steak at a restaurant than make it at home. There's something about handling raw meat then watching it absorb all that oil that makes me want to hurl. Not to mention the mess, smell and that rock that sat in my stomach all night!
Josh loved this for its down-home-meat-and-potato's meal that it was.
Son 1 even ate a little of it. Had the outside been more crunchy he probably would have eaten the whole piece.
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