My Mother was born and raised in the Florida Panhandle as were her parents and Grandparents. We lived on a farm when I was little.
Mother would go out in the yard, grab a chicken, wring it’s neck, pluck, clean etc. She fried in lard. I can still recall the flavor of biting into a drumstick.
It was delicious, still the very best from some chains was a little bit better. Most of the times not.
Brings back memories when I was very little. I do remember my dad wringing a chicken’s neck and watched it walk around without it’s head. And we had fried chicken that evening for dinner.
(not on a farm, just a small town)
My mother always made homemade noodles and mashed potatoes when we had fried chicken and a vegetable from our garden. I didn’t realize how good we were eating back then.
there was a place in hartford connecticut at the Chicken Coop that sold dinners called broasted chicken. They were pressurecooked deep fried. Soooo Good
have never found anything like it.