So here’s the takeaway: 350°F is not a suggestion. It’s a rule. Follow it, and your chicken tenders will be the talk of the potluck. Ignore it, and you’ll be eating sad, takeout-level strips at 2 AM while scrolling your phone. You deserve better.
Now go heat that oil. Grab a drink. Put on some music. You’ve got this. And if you mess up the first batch? Eat the evidence. No one has to know.
Except me. I’ll know. But I won’t tell if you promise to use a thermometer next time. Deal?
