Honestly I’ve never heard of crispy adobo before. All the while I thought I created something new! Naadik pa nga ako. And for quite sometime I was in this ‘adobo mode’ when using chicken wings. Not until Erwin mentioned to … Continue reading Saucy Pan-Fried Crispy Chicken Wings Adobo
The boys are suckers for anything crispy and so I indulge them at least once a week. My last post was fried-and-crispy dumplings and was our lunch about a couple of weeks ago. With fried chicken, breaded ala-Jollibee is already … Continue reading Fried Chicken Ala-Max’s
With the addition of my stepson W to our family, there are definitely new challenges in the kitchen. Though I don’t need to dramatically change my cooking regime, there are times when I restrain myself from cooking too unconventional as … Continue reading Chicken Lollipops
I have always loved sweet and spicy Korean-style fried chicken. Aerang said Korean soy sauce is the key… Continue reading Korean-Style Fried Chicken Wings
Ang pagkaing Pinoy, kaysarap lalo na’t may kasamang ginisang bawang. Ang larawang ito ay piniritong bawang para pambudbod sa ibabaw ng aking nilutong goto kaninang tanghalian. YUM! (Garlic fried until golden brown) Pag tinamad, ano ang pinakamadaling iluto? Prito hindi … Continue reading Golden & Fried – Lasang Pinoy na, Litratong Pinoy pa!
Since we lived far away from relatives, most of our Noche Buena feasts were spent at home with few family friends dropping by after dinner and Christmas day itself was almost always a private gathering. As a child I remember there were only few houses in our neighborhood and the closest would bring over a bowlful of fruit salad and my mom in return would give a tray of bihon guisado (fried noodles). Everyone loves food and at Christmastime giving something homemade means so much more. But much like my online friend and blog contributor Erwin, I have fond memories of lechong manok at pritong manok (grilled and fried chicken).
Lechong manok became very popular during my late teens and just in time when our family reunions during the Christmas holidays became a tradition. This annual get-together event has now evolved into a potluck party and kicks off just before the season ends. Though my dad prefers bringing the ever-easy hamonado (fatty pork cooked with pineapple chunks and spices, photo shown below) and my titas usually request for my sister to bring fresh mussels for grilling or baking (not to mention my craving for original chunky buko pie that only dad knows where to get), time and availability is a hindrance and the smell of grilled chicken along the highway always offer the obvious solution sans the creativity of a beautiful tin or basket.
But as a child, fried chicken was the epitome of all holy and great and festive in my young mind that I wasn’t the least interested in the other sumptuous dishes however fabulous and tedious the preparation may be. I could devour more than half a chicken – huge enough for the thin kid I was – brown and juicy with delectable crisp skin. I’d be in a corner eating with much gusto, without rice or any side dish but a bottle of ice-cold Coke and the adults won’t hear a thing. Antonio (Cean prefers that name now) is very much like the 5-year old that I was. He’d check out everything served on the table and choose only one that he likes and I can guarantee it would be fried chicken with plain rice over anything else. I just have to make sure there is a bottle of ketchup next to him. By the time the party’s over, his godparents/grandparents already knew what to put together for him – a take-home package of his favorite food that would be thoroughly enjoyed and devoured before the day is out.
There are other ways to fry or marinate chicken but this is how I normally want it to make it crispy & quite easy to prepare as well. Cean loves the combination of chicken & vegetable soup. The soup here is similar to nilagang baboy, a native dish of broiled pork w/ vegetables, but w/o the pork. Ofcourse, my secret ingredient (not secret anymore) is the fried garlic to add a certain aroma to the soup, be it nilaga or a pasta soup.