I didn’t grow up in a household famous for its perfectly crisp fried chicken, made from a great great grandmother’s recipe passed down from generation to generation. My reality of fried chicken was years stalled by a fear of frying and worse even—greasy, soggy chicken. This recipe for crispy fried chicken was my reawakening. It was born out of necessity as most things this delicious do. When Isaiah was diagnosed with his gluten and dairy intolerances, fried chicken was off the menu—literally—since we’d often get our fill of fried chicken, a popular menu item at Brooklyn restaurants, only when we dined out.