One of my clearest adolescent food memories is my dad’s chicken adobo. I remember eating the unofficial national dish of the Philippines when I was in high school, often times every other week. After high school, I didn’t eat chicken adobo for years. I had reached my allotment.
Sometimes we believe our kitchen creations or family recipes are the best, and sometimes we need a contest to add validation to that belief. My friend Mel has always maintained that her grandma’s fried chicken recipe is the best. The double frying coupled with the secret ingredient of club soda is what sets Mel’s grandma’s fried chicken above all others. My husband thinks his fried chicken is the best. Brined overnight and the secret of air chilling is why his version is the best. Continue reading the great fry-off