Of all the great culinary wonders that have been adapted from West Africa to America, my favorite is doubtlessly fried chicken. Mine involves a multiday process. First, the chicken (only thighs and legs) are brined overnight, the brine containing various spices: Next, they're soaked overnight in buttermilk that contains spices and various aromatics, bay leaf, etc.: Third, I did a bunch of shit that I forgot to photograph in the chaos that was my kitchen last night, including the finished product, the delicious home made mac and cheese, potato wedges, and beet salad that went with it. Sadly, all I have left is this less-than-impressive photo of today's leftovers that I will be enjoying at lunch. Anyway, let's all just agree that Complexity wins and move on, though I would've preferred he drink Red Stripe with that Jamaican marvel.
