Ranch-style chicken
Braised Chicken and Artichokes
Being quite nimble as a child, I often had the task of catching the chicken for Sunday dinner at one of our relatives’ farms. As the chicken lost its head, I would turn my back for a sad, rarely silent moment. Plucking feathers, though, usually revived my spirits and my appetite.
One grandmother always stewed the whole bird with homemade egg noodles. An aunt, considered a fancy cook, coated the chicken pieces with peppery paprika-seasoned flour and fried them crisp in home-rendered lard (she lived to be 96). In the Midwest in those days, chicken couldn’t get much better.