Chicken Fry Steak with Gravy

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I prepared these steaks for the first time while still cooking in my Lake Jackson kitchen.  I remember it was this time of the year because the boys were home during the day, enjoying their Christmas break from school.

When supper is ready at our house, the outside world ceases to exist — the television is turned off, video and computer games are paused, my husband’s book is set aside — and so it was that day.  We put individual interests aside to gather around our everyday kitchen table .  And though we didn’t know it at the time, we sat down to what I now know as the best chicken fry I’ve ever tasted —  including all those wonderful versions encountered over the years at various mom and pop restaurants.

The meal has become one of our favorite everyday recipes.  The mother of this recipe originates from one of my Junior League cookbooks; but like any good recipe, adaptions are born out of years of preparing it.   It’s  one of those recipes easy to make but good enough to serve company.  Three years ago I made it for Christmas dinner at my folks.  And two years ago I made it for my mother-in-law’s January 2nd birthday party.  Making it for a crowd requires a little more orchestration, but it’s worth the effort.

Of course, like anything fried with gravy, this meal is not on the top of a heart-healthy list.  But it is Southern comfort food at its absolute best.  And sometimes it’s good to splurge, when we can afford to do so.

From my life to yours.

Chicken Fry Steak

Serves 4        30 minutes, start to finish

4 cube steaks — 6 to 8 ounces each
2 cups flour
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper
1 cup buttermilk
Dash of Tabasco Sauce
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper

Preparation:

On large plate or pie plate, mix flour with 1 tsp salt and 1/2 tsp pepper.  In bowl, mix buttermilk with 1 tsp salt, 1/2 tsp pepper and Tabasco Sauce.  Flour steak  on both sides, dip in buttermilk, and flour steak again.  Set aside on wax paper until ready to fry.  Repeat until all steak is coated.  (Note: if steaks are large, I cut them in half so that they are easy to turn when frying.)

Cooking:

Heat 1/2 cup canola oil in large skillet, over medium to medium-high heat.  When oil is hot, carefully add steak.  Cook approximately 5 minutes on each side until golden brown.  Remove to plate.

Gravy

Carefully remove all but 3 Tbsp on leftover oil from pan.  Leave in flour drippings.  Gradually stir in 5 Tbsp of flour into oil, letting it cook and bubble for a minute.

Add 1 1/2 cups of milk and 3/4 tsp salt and 1/4 tsp pepper.  Cook until thickened, stirring constantly.  (You may wish to add extra milk for thinner gravy.) Pour into bowl for serving.

Saving the Best for Last

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Our entire stay has been wonderful.  But yesterday turned out to be the best day of all.

Not because the weather cleared up though we did swap fog for rain and kept the gray skies.

Nor was yesterday better because my meals were more special than others  we’ve enjoyed; good food abounds in Brazosport.

Yesterday was the best simply because I got to visit with friends.  I walked with one, sat with another over tea and visited with the remaining two over lunch.  The conversations were as different as the women involved, and I couldn’t even begin to describe them or their importance to my everyday life.  So I won’t.  Let’s just say that these girlfriends of mine are as real as they come.

That they should rearrange their days to fit in that rare visit from an old friend made me feel special and loved.  And in a nutshell, that is how the best of everyday life should be.

Fair weather comes and goes, the energy from meals is soon consumed but in the space of a few hours, the visits from with these four dear friends will last me for a good long while.

And though I wish I had more time to visit, with old friends and new, time has run out.  It’s time to fly home.

“.. go, go, go said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality.”

Buying Local

One of the Many Local Citrus Trees

Packing up the car for a trip is always my husband’s job.  I gather; he packs.  I grimace; he grimaces more.  With all our loco local grocery shopping, tomorrow may even result in some gnashing of teeth.

We leave with way more than we brought…

There are the 20 pounds of fresh shrimp, last Saturday’s catch from the Gulf; aren’t we lucky the “Shrimp Man’s” call on my friend Wynona’s parents  coincided with our visit?

Then there are the 20 pounds of fresh grapefruit from “the valley” that Randall’s grocery store was selling for 20 cents a pound; one of Don’s co-workers just happened to advertise the special at Monday night’s business dinner.

And if our Gulf Coast grocery luck holds, we will also have 20 pounds of freshly made tortillas; our plan is to stop at Central Market tomorrow morning on our way home.

Buying 60 pounds of local groceries to carry with us 500 miles north is probably not in the spirit of buying local.  But sometimes it’s so worth stretching the boundaries of trunks and slogans.