When I was a kid, my mom made our favorite meals on our birthdays.
Mine was fried chicken, mashed potatoes and lima beans.
I am thinking of this not because it is my birthday, but because I am hungry. I haven’t had dinner. I barely had time for lunch. And now I am trapped en route from Boston to New York.
No cafe car. No food for purchase. Not even a lousy stick of gum. So I am savoring my memories. And they are pretty tasty right now.
Or that’s what I keep telling myself anyway…
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Friday night my family hosted my nephew’s rehearsal dinner.
The main course? Turkey and pork barbecue.
Only much later did we realize that we’d let National Fried Chicken Day pass us by with nary a breast, thigh or drumstick in sight.
(Of chicken, folks — keep it clean.)
Now that our nephew is wed and already enjoying his honeymoon in Cozumel, we decided today to set things right…and gathered the family together for an honest-to-goodness Southern fried chicken dinner.
Plus all the fixin’s.
My favorite meal with my favorite people — what a perfect way to end the holiday weekend.
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Growing up in a town of 400 people (Fancy Farm, Kentucky), we didn’t have a lot of restaurant choices. So, on special occasions like birthdays, my mother would let us choose our favorite meal, and she would cook…because she was a fabulous cook.
Fried chicken. Mashed potatoes. Lima beans. Sometimes biscuits, too. A little slice of heaven on earth…and no one made it better than my mom.
I mention this because it’s National Fried Chicken Day. I never knew July 6th had this designation, or I would have made sure mom cooked my favorite meal that day as well. I would have had the excuse to indulge every year on this day, too, because I don’t eat fried chicken that much anymore.
I’m not sure why. It’s high in protein, and the breading really doesn’t add that many carbs to the mix. Where I probably sin the most is in the amount of mashed potatoes I can put away — if they’re smooth and creamy the way I like ‘em, I can eat an entire family-size serving.
Man, I’m hungry.
Hope I can find some fried chicken here in NYC…’cause it’s National Fried Chicken Day, damn it, and a Southern gal’s gotta celebrate.
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