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Hattie B's Hot Chicken
Hattie B's Hot Chicken
Hattie B's Hot Chicken
As Schrager tells it, hot chicken traces its incendiary roots to a enterprising philanderer in the
1930s, whose jealous girlfriend attempted to punish his tastebuds by sabotaging his fried chicken
with the fiery juice of the peppers in her garden. Ironically, he liked it enough to open a chicken
shack, Prince's Hot Chicken, which still specializes in what is now Nashville's trademark dish.
Hattie B's Hot Chicken is a relative newcomer on the scene, opening in 2012, but has quickly
established itself as a contender for the crown. Owner Nick Bishop and chef John Lasater sell
their chicken in five heat levels, the hottest being Shut the Cluck Up!!! (exclamation points
theirs). If I had to rate this recipe's heat, I would put it somewhere between their Hot and their
Damn Hot. Powerful but not prohibitive.
Why I picked this recipe: I'd heard about this 'hyper-regional' specialty, but I'd never tasted it
myself. When a dish has come to dominate and represent the culinary scene of a major US city, it
must be worth a try!
What worked: The whole process resulted in well-flavored meat and the crispiest crust of the
recipes I tested. It started with a simple 24-hour dry brine of salt and pepper. The chicken was
then double dipped in a milk/egg/hot sauce mixture and a minimalist dredge of salt-seasoned
flour. It fried at a moderate temperature of 325°, which let the breading get hard as glass while
perfectly cooking the large pieces of chicken. And the spicy coating, for which you can use
melted lard or a scoop of the hot cooking oil, is thick with cayenne kept just barely in check with
a touch of brown sugar and other seasonings.
What didn't: You can't complain when your mouth is on fire (and there's nothing to complain
about).
Suggested tweaks: So utterly non-traditional, but I can't help thinking you could make a mean
taco with any leftovers.
Reprinted from Fried & True by Lee Schrager with Adeena Sussman. Copyright (c) 2014 by Lee Schrager