If you asked me years ago what culinary treasure I’d treasure most, I’d have probably mentioned a steakhouse or a craft brewery.
That changed the summer I spent my grandparents’ farm in Scottsbluff, where a neighbor invited me over for “the best fried chicken you’ll ever taste.”
The moment I bit into that golden, crackling piece, the world seemed to pause. The skin was crisp enough to echo, the meat juicy, the seasoning an unforgettable hug…