Southern Deep Fried Shrimp

Step 1 Pour oil to a depth of 2 inches in a large deep skillet; heat over medium-high to 370°F. While oil heats, whisk together eggs, milk, and hot sauce in a shallow dish; add shrimp to the mixture, and toss to coat. Whisk together flour, cornmeal, salt, black pepper, and cayenne pepper in a separate shallow dish.
Step 2 Remove 6 to 8 shrimp from egg mixture, shaking excess off; dredge in flour mixture. Place dredged shrimp in hot oil; fry until coating is golden and crisp, about 2 minutes. Remove with a slotted spoon to a baking sheet lined with paper towels. Repeat with remaining shrimp, bringing oil back to 370°F over medium-high heat before adding each batch of shrimp.

 

 

 

 

Credit: somuchrecipes

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