Mildred's Fried Chicken:

Mildred touched my life twice. She was the cook at Vestavia Elementary school and also at Cobb Lane.  Her fried chicken was as divine as her personality.

Salt and pepper the washed chicken breast, skin on and bone in. Drop in a bag of  about cup of flour. I like old bread sacks.Use a cast iron skillet with vegetable oil.  Vegetable oil can withstand the heat of cooking fried chicken. Drip a bit of water and if it dances in the oil you can gently put the chicken breast skin side down in.  Be careful because it can spit and cause the oil to jump around. Let it cook on high about 3 minutes. Flip breasts. Turn down the heat to medium and cover. Let it cook about ten minutes.  Check to see if done.  Remember there are many variable to consider such as size of boobs, not cooks the chicken's. These are just guidelines but the hot to medium and cover should give crispy yummy Fried Chicken.

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Well what comes to mind is my Laundry Skills.  They did not come from my mother but were self taught out of absolute necessity.  When I was at Southern Living I would travel so much, one of my first questions was where is the nearest Laundromat.  I would pack dirty clothes and wash on the road.  Another trick was to buy clothes.  Never forget traveling to Norfolk extremely pregnant getting to the airport, got a quarter out, looked in the phone book for maternity shops and drove to the shop and purchased two pairs of pants to wear because I had nothing to wear. No cell phones back then.  When I moved to Auburn we still used a laundromat and the one thing I needed was a washing machine and dryer. Taking clothes to the Laundromat pregnant was not a dream come true.  Finally Alabama Power delivered our machines and I started my love affair with laundry.  Well actually it took a little longer.  We moved to the new house and David had been born and at that time I was still using hot, throwing everything in and praying for the best.  I would get entire loads completely blue and some were completely pink and throwing all the clothes away did not work after a while.  I decided at that point to become the true Laundry Queen.  Being in Auburn full time was actually extremely boring so I had to develop things to keep me excited. Getting stains out became a true thrill.  Putting in a red dirt stained sock and have it come out clean gave me a true rush. I scolded David for spilling something on his shirt and he looked at me with cherub eyes and said, but Momma you got the mustard stain out of my karate uniform.  He used to complain that his baseball pants were too white which indicated he didn't get to play much. The true test to getting a clean load is hot hot water, Clorox, and Tide. Separate the wash dark and light.  Very important!  Boy did I feel accomplished after weeks when both children returned from Camp Mac.  Check for stains and pour Tide directly on the stain.  If you need to soak that is when the top loader washer is the best. Horrible dried in stains need soaking. Ordinary stains will usually come out with the Tide method.  If the stain does not come out do not dry.  The rush comes when you open the door pull out the clothes.  Clorox has left me sad  because I have lost pants due to Clorox splatters but if the clothes can handle the Clorox go for it.  Darks are just thrown in washer and put on warm and let her rip.  When they come out of the dryer hang them up tee shirts and all.  I never iron until I actually am about to wear it.  I do remember many hours ironing Arthur's shirts.  Wonder if the adulteror does that. Sorry Jennie and David couldn't resist.  Just did something that worked.  I sprayed the Clorox Cleaner with Bleach for cleaning counters onto a stain and it got it out.  True rush!