My son Brandon loves fried chicken sandwiches, especially from Popeyes and Chic-Fil-A.
So after a month of cooking and testing out my first air fryer, I got enough nerves to make an Air Fried chicken sandwich for him. He is no Julia Childs, but it meant a lot to me to see how my first test run turned out.
I told him to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I know when I mess up in the kitchen. I see the remains in the garbage can. That means the food did not taste good and he’s too polite to tell me to my face.
I went with the Emeril Pro Air Fryer because the commercials intrigued me. It has changed my life. I use that thing all the time. My favorite thing to do is pop meat in that is frozen solid and let the machine do its magic.
My only problem with it is it did not come with the rotisserie spit. I was told I had to request it. But why? It was in the picture when I bought it.
For Brandon I opened a package of boneless chicken thighs, dredged them in an egg wash, floured them and sprinkled them in a pecan rub and a chicken rub from John Henry’s, a Texas seasoning company. And finally I rolled the thighs around in panko crumbs until they were evenly breaded.
And finally I popped them in the oven for 18 minutes, toasted some bread and spread on a concoction of mayo and barbeque sauce with a pickle. Brandon grabbed the sandwich and disappeared into his bedroom.
I waited a few minutes and ran after him. I needed a report.
“You are not hurting my feelings if you don’t like it,” I said to Brandon. “I need the truth. How is the sandwich?”
“Dad, I am being honest with you,” he said. “This sandwich is delicious. It taste a little like Chic-Fil-A.”
I believed him. But just in case, I checked all the garbage cans in the house. So far I’ve found no remains of the sandwich.Find Terry Foster Podcast here: