Marcus's first debate tournament of 8th grade. He is captain now. He chose the topic (gun control) and he argued with the kind of fire that comes from being a Black boy in America who grew up hearing about his uncle Darnell getting shot at fifteen. He didn't mention Darnell. He didn't need to. The argument was in his blood. The judges didn't know the personal stakes. I did. I sat in the audience and watched my son argue for the safety of children with the passion of a child who was never safe from the story of his family's violence, and I was proud and furious and heartbroken in the way that raising Black children in America makes you all three things simultaneously.
He won. First place. Again. He walked to the car with the trophy and this time he didn't mention Grandma. He just said, "I'm going to keep doing this." I said, "I know." He said, "Not just debate. Arguments. Real ones. About things that matter." I said, "I know that too." He said, "Like a lawyer." I said, "Like whatever you want to be." He said, "A lawyer." I said, "Okay." Terrell's shadow is in the word and I can't remove it and I won't try. If my son becomes a lawyer, he will be a different kind of lawyer. The kind who argues for people, not over them.
Derek came to the tournament. Not to sit with me — we're not publicly official at church yet — but he was there, in the back row, watching Marcus debate. Afterward, he texted me: "That boy is incredible." Four words. But the fact that he came, that he showed up to watch a child who is not his, that he sat in the back row of a middle school debate tournament because the boy's mother matters to him — that is a gesture that Terrell never made and Derek made without being asked. The difference between those two men is the distance between asking and being asked. Derek just shows up. He just shows up.
Made victory chicken — fried chicken, the real recipe, Mama's, because debate victories get Mama's chicken. It's become a tradition now: Marcus wins, I fry. The Folgers can comes off the counter. The oil heats. The buttermilk soaks. And my son eats his grandmother's chicken after winning an argument about the world, and the kitchen holds both the victory and the memory and both are sacred.
Mama’s recipe was never written down — it lived in her hands, in the smell of the oil, in the way the buttermilk soaked overnight like it had somewhere important to be. I learned it by standing next to her, and now I make it standing next to Marcus’s trophies, and someday he’ll make it standing next to something I haven’t seen yet. Louisiana Chicken is what we call it outside the house, but inside, it’s just the chicken — the one that comes out when something worth celebrating happened, the one that means we made it through another round.
Louisiana Chicken
Prep Time: 20 minutes (plus 8 hours or overnight soak) | Cook Time: 35 minutes | Total Time: 55 minutes active | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 3 lbs bone-in, skin-on chicken pieces (drumsticks, thighs, and breasts)
- 2 cups buttermilk
- 1 tablespoon hot sauce (such as Louisiana-style or Tabasco)
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 2 teaspoons smoked paprika
- 1 1/2 teaspoons garlic powder
- 1 teaspoon onion powder
- 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
- 1 teaspoon black pepper
- Vegetable oil or lard, for frying (enough for 2–3 inches in a heavy skillet or Dutch oven)
Instructions
- Soak the chicken. Combine buttermilk and hot sauce in a large bowl. Add chicken pieces, turning to coat. Cover and refrigerate at least 8 hours, or overnight. The longer it soaks, the more tender and flavorful it becomes.
- Make the seasoned flour. In a wide, shallow dish, whisk together flour, smoked paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, cayenne, oregano, thyme, salt, and black pepper until evenly blended.
- Dredge the chicken. Remove chicken from buttermilk one piece at a time, letting the excess drip off. Press each piece firmly into the seasoned flour, turning to coat all sides. Shake off any loose flour and set on a wire rack. Let rest 10 minutes so the coating adheres.
- Heat the oil. Pour 2 to 3 inches of vegetable oil into a cast-iron skillet or heavy Dutch oven. Heat over medium-high until the oil reaches 350°F. Use a thermometer — the right temperature is everything.
- Fry the chicken. Working in batches to avoid crowding, carefully lower chicken pieces into the hot oil, skin side down. Fry for 12–15 minutes per side depending on piece size, turning once, until the crust is deep golden brown and the internal temperature reaches 165°F. Maintain oil temperature between 325°F and 350°F throughout.
- Drain and rest. Transfer finished pieces to a clean wire rack set over a baking sheet. Do not stack. Let rest at least 5 minutes before serving so the juices settle and the crust stays crisp.
- Serve. Arrange on a platter and serve hot. At this table, it goes alongside whatever sides feel like home — biscuits, greens, or just the company of people who earned it.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 520 | Protein: 38g | Fat: 28g | Carbs: 24g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 620mg