Taste Of Blue Sky: Oven Fried Chicken

10/02/2008

Oven Fried Chicken

The last time I made this, I didn't make enough and I only got one piece. I pouted for 2 hours.

8-10 pieces of chicken, rinsed and skins pulled off
2 c. flour
1 1/2 T. salt
1 tsp. sugar
1/2 tsp. garlic blend seasoning
1/4 tsp. onion powder
1/8 tsp. paprika
1/8 tsp. pepper
1/4 c. butter
3 T. oil

Turn oven on to 400 degrees. Place flour and dry seasonings into large Ziplok bag. Seal and shake gently to mix. Place butter in 9 x 13" casserole dish and melt in microwave. Remove dish and add oil. Mix by tilting pan around. Set on the counter.
Place 3-4 pieces of chicken into bag, seal, and shake gently to coat. Remove pieces and lay in dish. Rotate pieces carefully to get oil on both sides. Repeat with remaining chicken.

Place in oven and bake for 1 hour, until golden brown and crackly.

1 comment:

Gramma Spice said...: We loved this recipe...had it last night and dad was in heaven. I wasn't sure what the garlic blend was, so I added garlic powder, marjoram, and sage...and extra pepper for dad. We ate it with corn on the cob and baked potatoes...so good!
Will remind dad to link this amazing blog to ours...again.. big hugs and kisses to all..miss you.; 10/07/2008 4:08 PM

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