One night I needed to make fried chicken and I was running low on all-purpose flour. No big deal. I seasoned what I had left right in the bag, salt, pepper, rosemary, the usual suspects, and I was all set to shake my chicken up in it.
Then I got a phone call.☎️ Got distracted so I decided to bake the chicken instead.
Fast forward a couple of days. I’m making dinner rolls, mixing along, and something feels off. The dough smells different. Has a little something extra going on. I’m thinking, huh, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the flour, maybe I’m just tired.
🥱 I taste it.
Y’all. I had mixed my fried chicken seasoning flour straight into my dinner roll dough.
Now here’s where I want to tell you I made a discovery. That I leaned into it, pulled it out of the oven, and created something magical. A savory, herb-forward pull-apart that changed my life.
It was absolutely disgusting. I don’t know what I was expecting. Rosemary dinner rolls hit different when they also taste like a drumstick.
Into the trash it went.
So let’s hear it. What’s your funniest or most chaotic kitchen moment? Drop it in the comments.
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