If you were following THIS recipe and it said you needed a rack to drain the chicken on after brining in buttermilk and sea salt wouldn't you use your dish drainer? I mean if you didn't have a regular rack. A rack rack. My SISTER seemed to think it was hilarious and strange. I, on the other hand, thought it was a perfectly logical choice. I guess I could have used the wire mesh paper tray on my desk. Hmmmm...next time.
A summer without fried chicken is like a heart with no love inside. A house with all the lights off. A bottle of lonely peanut oil without a hot pan. I won't belabor the point. You're smart. You get it.
Buck demonstrated his growing repertoire of yoga poses while I fried the chicken. I showed my appreciation by not getting any flour on him.