Mrs. Webb’s Fried Chicken

There is nothing else to call it except “Mrs. Webb’s Fried Chicken.” It’s her recipe and I want to spread the news of it like a televangelist spreads the Gospel.*

Except I won’t be asking you for any money. Nor will I condemn you for not believing it is the One True Fried Chicken Recipe.

But it may very well be.

Every summer, I fry a batch or two of this poultrified miracle and enjoy the false memories it conjures.

I think of the beautiful childhood picnics I never went on. Laying out my hand-stitched quilt on a grassy patch of park free of dog feces, the well-timed automatic sprinklers offering me a refreshing spritz of mist at 15 minute intervals, drinking freshly squeezed lemonade and eating my Grammy’s homemade fried chicken.

How I miss Anaheim.

If a summertime picnic was to be had, it was generally done in my backyard on an old, frayed electric blanket (unplugged). Just myself and my dogs, Cindy and Penny, who were not, as one might think, named for Cindy Williams and Penny Marshall. The coincidence of my childhood with Laverne and Shirley is simply bad timing.

No sunscreen– we didn’t feel the need for such things in those days. All I needed for a (temporary) deep, golden tan was the mayonnaise dripping from my bologna sandwich. I know what you’re thinking… and you’re right. My neighbor Kim and I once slathered Best Foods all over our bodies and then baked ourselves in the sun. We thought nothing of it until we began to smell. That was about the time Kim’s mother found us and screamed something about us being walking salmonella and wasting her good mayonnaise. She then sprayed me down with a hose and sent me home. But I digress.

Unfortunately, we were not, by nature, fried chicken eaters. The occasional Shake n’ Bake-assisted fried chicken was ingested, but without relish. Or mayonnaise, for that matter. I think, though, that I had always wanted to be a fried chicken eater.

Perhaps it was the trappings that went with its eating: red checkered picnic cloths, watermelon, happy families, a sack race. That seemed like a great summertime sort of lifestyle.

My fried chicken education didn’t happen until well into adulthood. I had invited my cooking school partner Todd over for dinner one summer evening and thought fried chicken sounded like a good idea. As I took the chicken legs out of their plastic seal and began to place them directly into the flour mixture I’d made, Todd cocked is head like a confused dog and asked, “What are you doing?”

I thought it was fairly obvious what I was doing and said as much.

“That’s not how my Mama makes fried chicken and my Mama knows fried chicken.” His voice had suddenly developed the long, rounded vowels and deep base of an imaginary Kentucky Colonel– decidedly un-New Jersey-like– the state in which Todd learned to speak. He then explained that his mother was from West Virginia. We went to the market to purchase what he needed to make proper fried chicken, then I stood back and watched him work. Since the chicken needed to soak overnight, we went out for burritos that evening instead.

He came back the next day to fry it all up. I was floored by the results. Now I realize that everyone thinks they know what the perfect fried chicken should taste like. Well, you’re wrong, plain and simple. Thank you Todd, wherever you are. And thank you, Mama Webb, for showing me into the light.

Mrs. Webb’s Fried Chicken

The added bonus of the particular recipe is the stack of onion rings it produces. Where as the onions infuse the chicken, so does the chicken infuse the onions. That’s how the system works. The system called reciprocity.

That last bit is from a Broadway musical and it is sung by a prison matron. I will stop there.

Serves 4 to 6. Or one shut-in for 3 to 4 days. 


• 12 pieces of chicken (I like thighs and drumsticks. Breasts just seem like a waste for frying)
• 1 quart of buttermilk (low fat will do just fine)
• A generous amount of salt
• 1 onion, sliced into rings or Lyonnaise style, if you like– you’re the one eating them
• 3 cups of all purpose flour (at the very least)
• Lots cracked black pepper
• As much cayenne pepper as you dare
• 1 1/2 quarts vegetable oil** for frying (corn, safflower or whatever. Don’t get fancy with the oil or people will laugh at you). Or, if you prefer, vegetable shortening. Or, as my friend Carrie just informed me, beef lard. That would probably be too much happiness to bear.


1. In a large bowl, coat the chicken pieces liberally with salt. This not only salts the chicken, it draws out impurities, preventing unsightly blood spotting as you fry. Let the chicken sit in the salt for one hour.

2. Rinse the salt from the chicken. Rinse the bowl, too, for reuse.

3. Return chicken to the bowl and add the sliced onion. Toss together and cover with buttermilk. Cover and set in refrigerator overnight or for one full day. Or two.

4. In a large skillet, pour one inch of oil and heat to 325 degrees. Try not to let the oil get hotter or the chicken will burn. I use a thermometer to gauge the temperature. I suggest you do, too, since the oil temperature drops significantly when the cold chicken is added.

5. In another large bowl, combine flour and brave amounts of salt, pepper, and cayenne. I’ve never bothered to measure the amount of this I use and neither should you. Just go for it.

6. Remove all the chicken from the buttermilk-tainted bowl. I don’t care where you put it as long as you put it somewhere clean. Shake excess buttermilk from a piece of chicken and roll it in the flour mixture. Dip the chicken back into the buttermilk and once more into the flour. If you’re not into double-crusting, fine. Add the chicken to your pan as you go, skin side down. I find that adding the chicken gradually to the pan helps to maintain a more constant oil temperature. Just make sure you have some sort of system for knowing which pieces have been in the longest. I work clockwise. You do what you want.

7. Wash your hands between chicken-dipping or you will no longer be able to find your fingertips. Skim the pan for floating bits of crust with a fine mesh strainer between batches.

8. Fry the chicken until golden brown, about 10 to 12 minutes per side. Make sure you’ve got some music appropriate for frying playing. This is going to take a little while.

9. As each piece finishes frying, place on a rack to drain. Why waste paper towels?

10. Now you have these wonderful onions to fry up. Proceed as with the chicken, battering and double dipping.*** How nice to have a side dish built right into the recipe. Serve hot or cold. Not the onion rings, of course. I like the chicken cold. For picnics, you know.

* This is a post updated from four and a half years ago. It was originally titled “Fried Gallus Gallus.” However, I love this recipe so much that I needed to rename it after the woman who (indirectly) taught me how to make it.

** The amount of cooking oil used for this recipe is enough to fill an 11″ frying pan to the depth of 1″. If you use a smaller pan, you will need less oil. Of course, in fried chicken preparation, the wider the pan, the better.

*** If you find you don’t have enough flour/spice mixture left over, just make more. You already know how easy that is.

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21 Responses to Mrs. Webb’s Fried Chicken

  1. anita says:

    wait, just how many blogs do you keep, Michael? 🙂

    I laughed just as hard the second time reading this. We’re off to a picnic on Sunday and I volunteered to make Missus Webb’s chicken. it’s really just an excuse so that we can have onion rings the next night, all to ourselves.

  2. SMITH BITES says:

    Michael, you have TRULY made my night with this post . . . i laughed so hard, i cried . . . then i read the entire post to The Professor who also laughed till he cried . . . you are just the bestest ever!! and i WILL be attempting said chicken recipe . . . although i am not really a fried chicken eater . . .

    • Thank you, my dear. I’m delighted that this post could get a little fresh air today.

      This is the only dish I have ever cooked for my stepmother, since she never allows me to cook. She’s always shooing me into the living room to drink martinis and play cards with my father. Since that is one of my favorite pastimes, I willingly oblige.

      She loved it so much, we ate it two nights in a row. Hot the first, cold the second. It’s truly worth making.

  3. Anita says:

    The re-titling is perfect. In my own recipe files, it’s called the same thing. People always rave when I make this chicken, and I’m always happy to send them here for the recipe 🙂

  4. Shannon says:

    I’m a life-long fried chicken avoider, but this has me salivating. Name your barter.

  5. Peggy says:

    Nothing on earth is better than fried chicken. Every year I got it for my birthday dinner. And yes – this is the exact recipe, for true southern friend chix. (My dad was from W Va too.) The only difference was an insistence that the chicken be shaken in flour in a large paper grocery bag. Ruth Reichl has a recipe with exact measurements in “Tender at the Bone.” Jacques Pepin makes fried chix this way – he learned it here. I love this post so much – check out Anolon FB page today Mike.

    • Thanks for posting this on the Anolon page.

      I am intrigued by the grocery bag-shaking method. I imagine all sorts of frustration might be vented by way of this procedure. I must try it next time.

  6. Susan says:

    I am going to try this recipe for sure! I know I’ve said that before but I think I understand why this is different and why it’s better. It’s the buttermilk and onions.

    Also, I have to say that I love your photography. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you seem to find humor and art in things that incongrously form circular or dappled repetitive shapes and patterns.

  7. Andi says:

    I didn’t grow up eating a lot of fried chicken. My mom made it occasionally, but despite her bet efforts she just wasn’t a great cook. We ate a lot of KFC instead. I don’t eat much fast food, and don’t eat much fried chicken but it is one of my favorites. It would be my death row meal. When I want to eat it, I want it to be good, I am constantly disappointed! I have a fried chicken bucket list of places I want to try on my travels! I have never really thought about making it at home, seems messy, but I think I am going to try this! Thanks for sharing!

    • I just found your comment in my spam folder, which I find ridiculous because, clearly, you are a real person who like fried chicken.

      We were KFC people, too. While I thought the chicken itself was fine, my main interest was in the dinner rolls and the fascinating paste-like texture of the mashed potatoes.

      Making this dish is a little bit messy, but not terribly so. Just make up an enormous batch of it, invite people over, give them beer, and they will love you long time.

  8. I think that first photo is absolutely artful. Borderline pornographic but stops itself at intense sexuality with only hint of restraint. I don’t have any childhood fried chicken memories. Not of actual fried chicken. My grandmother used to host a 4th of July picnic annually and would include Shake and Bake on her menu and always insist it was actual friend chicken. It was a sloppy lie and we all knew it but let her get away with it anyway.

    Bless Mrs. Webb, until today I had no ‘go to’ fried chicken recipe. I had no recipe at all. Now I do. This is really calling to get made. I may have to name it after my grandmother though, in case she is watching from up there, or wherever. It might just be easier to rename my grandmother “Mrs. Webb” though. I’ll have to think about that.

    • This weekend, my stepmother asked me to print up the recipe for her. She cringed at the first photo. I didn’t mind so much because she absolutely loves the recipe. In fact, it’s the only thing she’s ever let me cook for her.

  9. penandra says:

    Thank you for this post. Delightful as always. I have to agree with Trevor that the first photo is borderline porn but a hint of restraint!

    I have fond memories of my mother’s fried chicken. She put the chicken — and numerous other fried foods — onto inside out grocery bags to drain. It was the 50’s — chemicals, glue, what else was in the bag previously, be damned! (I sometimes wonder how so many of us boomers survived to threaten the social security system i.e., no seatbelts, no kid seats in cars, no bike helmets, swinging over the swimmin’ hole on a rope (that last one isn’t true, but it sounded like fun!)

    Mom’s homemade fried chicken recipe was one of the ones that never got written down (along with her recipe for cheese blintzes — her filling was the best I’ve ever had, but I’m guessing it wasn’t “kosher” in the non-Jewish definition of the word). So I am pleased to have this recipe — and I love the addition of the onions to the buttermilk!

    My favorite part of the recipe above “skim the pan for floating bits of crust” — I don’t have to SHARE those with anyone, do I? I can just put them off to the side, for the cook, right?

    • Porn with a hint of restraint sounds very much like bondage to me.

      I think that some things (like seat belts) are an excellent idea, but this whole “let’s be over-protective of our children” thing has gone too far. Then again, I do not have children, I merely borrow them from time to time.

  10. Stephanie says:

    I come from the land of Shake-N-Bake as well…fleeing at a tender age and never returning.

  11. MaggieToo says:

    Four years after saving this recipe, I finally tried it when a fried chicken craving hit me. I committed two errors that screwed it up. I share them here to prevent disappointment for others.

    Not believing that the crust would be satisfactory without it, I salted the dredging flour. I also added baking powder to the dredge (2 tsp), because I like the extra crunch it usually brings. The resulting chicken was far too salty, having gotten enough from the dry salting. And instead of extra crunch the baking powder just made the crust puffy and biscuity — yuck. I think without my two mistakes it would have been terrific. The pepper amounts I used were good, 1/2 tsp cayenne and 2 tsp black pepper for 3c flour. The onion flavor came thru well in the chicken, mild but noticeable. And the fried onions were superb, not having been tainted by my double-salting.

    I’ll definitely try again, but will hew faithfully to the published instructions.

    • I actually add salt to my dredging flour, too. Just not a lot. I need to review the recipe– I’ve since learned that adding the remaining buttermilk to the remaining dredging flour to make a batter for the onions makes for a more satisfying batch of rings…

      Thanks for the feedback!

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