Anyway, I found a simple recipe for Panko Fried Chicken from Eat, Drink, Man. Pretty straight forward. But since my waffle maker is still being held hostage (long story), my hubby whipped up a batch of his magically delicious pancakes.
Behold the transformation from naked tenderloins to golden-fried goodness, from blobs of lumpy batter to sun-shaped cakes of happiness.
And thus was laid before us a feast of such glorious proportions, that we almost felt the need to pray
|While it may appear that I had only three pancakes on my plate, I am ashamed, positively mortified, to tell you how many I ate. And so I will not!|
Tchau! Happy Eating!