Baked Buttermilk Beer Popcorn Chicken with Honey Beer Dipping Sauce. So easy and even freezer friendly!
When I was 22 I worked at a locked down level 14 facility that housed juvenile delinquents. I was only there to work with one. A baby faced 12-year-old named Tyrell with dark chocolate skin and big brown eyes. His sweet spirit and quiet voice made it impossible for me to believe that this was the kid that had been locked up in Baby Jail for 6 months due to assault, then moved to locked down half-way house before he could go back into foster care. He was just way too gentle.
Filling out the initial forms I asked him about himself. I asked him to pick three words that described himself. He didn’t hesitate, “Male. Athletic. Japanese.” He might not have thought twice but I did, he was clearly African-American.
“Oh. Yeah. I’ve been in foster care since birth and no one knows who my bio parents are. So it’s possible. I could be Japanese. It’s possible. And I feel Japanese. konichiwa!” The last word was accompanied by an exaggerated bow.
“It’s definitely possible,” I smiled at how completely endearing it was.
I made a deal with him. If he agreed to work with me on anger management skills, on Fridays I’d bring him something to explore his Japanese culture. He was thrilled. We tried out Origami, we went through an English-Japanese dictionary to learn words, we played mahjong and drew Japanese cartoons. Then we came to the idea of food. I explained different dishes, each of which were met by a horrified expressions. “I only been eating group home food. I never heard of none of that.” Despite his completely institutionalized palate, he wanted to try some japanese flavors. After a lengthy discussion we decided to just try some sauces, sampled with his favorite food: chicken nuggets.
The following week I brought him 16 chicken nuggets along with Ponzu sauce, Wasabi mayonnaise, Hoisin sauce, taberu rayu, and a variety of other condiments. He wasn’t impressed. Other than the hoisin, he didn’t sample any more than once. He was disappointed that his taste buds rejected the idea that his relatives were from Japan, “Well,” he sighed, “Maybe I’m only half Japanese.”
I use the Garlic Chili Sauce from Huey Fong foods, it can be found in most supermarkets in the Asian foods section.
I also use this olive oil mister, it’s perfect if you want to avoid using cooking spray. (affiliate links)